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...theatres at which we'd like to see The March of Time are: the Kentucky, the Strand, and/or the Ben Ali theatres. The Kentucky theatre is the handsomest and therefore worthiest for you-but no colored people are allowed there as they are at the Ben Ali, and I'd hate for them to be denied seeing The March of Time...
...performs two functions. It collects sounds and it keeps track of the body's posture. Sensations of sound and of balance reach the brain along separate but intimately packed fibres of the acoustic nerve, a soft strand the diameter of a slate pencil. In Ménière's Disease only the balancing mechanism of the ear is impaired and all that is essential is to cut only the fibres which conduct balancing sensations. Brain surgeons, like exalted telephone repairmen selecting particular lines in a many-stranded cable, tried with little success?to pick out the balancing fibres of the acoustic...
...Advertising space in News Of The World costs $11,000 a page.* To this extremely profitable publishing property, Lord Riddell added Strand Magazine, Country Life, a string of small provincial dailies. Almost austere in his personal habits, he never smoked or drank. His frailty, however, did not prevent him from doing prodigious amounts of work. His hands full with his own and the nation's business, he nevertheless kept an "inside story" diary of the War years, the third volume of which appeared this autumn. Intimate as this book is, many passages were omitted by Lord Riddell as "unsuitable...
...family, he is endowed with a touch of the spurious and theatrical. He postures, tears his hair, wriggles, shouts, jumps, and with a gesture or a lift of the voice delineates such spectacles as a herd of camels, Rev. Mr. Davidson in Rain, Judas strangling himself (with a strand of Magdalen's hair), a door bell going Ting-a-ling-a-ling, an old family servitor, a Southern belle you-alling in crinolines...
...curb pedestrians were completely lost. Conductors carrying great sizzling gasoline flares stalked like old-time linkboys ahead of their buses. Many a scarlet omnibus caught fire from the heat of repeatedly jammed brakes. A pair of wild ducks, lost and dizzy, dropped quacking disconsolately in the middle of the Strand. Rail traffic was paralyzed. A Wimbledon train sat on a siding for hours while fog-bound commuters, jamming every compartment, sang "Who's Afraid of the Big Black...