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...three hours I stood outside the Carlton and had to watch while he bought flowers for Ondra and invited her for supper. ... I am now going to buy some more sleeping tablets. At least then I will be half dazed. . . . According to Frau Hoffmann ... he now has a substitute for me. Her name is Walküre and she looks it, including her legs...
...girls through a gym routine that often includes intricate steps from her rich repertory of folk dances. Then she teaches geometry, algebra, English, physics, chemistry and a variety of foreign languages until 3:30, when it is time to go home to clean house and start Fred's supper. Fred spends his days on administrative chores, touring the schools, filling in as a teacher whenever necessary, and working on his sideline job as president of the township bank...
Beggars is a tale of two racketeers. Back in Prohibition days Frankie Madison (Paul Kelly) had taken the rap and gone up the river for 14 years. His partner (Luther Adler) has grown rich and respectable, with the help of Frankie's dough, operating a swank supper club. Frankie, getting out of stir, thinks the partnership still exists. When he sniffs the truth, he thinks it is still 1930-that the tough guy who took the rap is more than a match for the smoothie who took his dough. But the tough guy hasn't a chance...
...extra-something picturesque and a little touching. But the play lets Frankie down as badly as his partner did. Intended as a colorful has-been, Frankie merely seems like something that never was. And as a story, Beggars is no Better. The flowering of romance between Frankie and the supper club's leg-some cigaret girl (Dorothy Comingore) is banal and forced. When Frankie tries to act tough, Playwright Reeves lets comedy seep into scenes that should be hard-hitting theater, and they wind up as nothing. The best things about Beggars are its amusing glimpses of nightclub office...
...supper time (fried chicken by the Baptist ladies) everybody else in his party was worn and weary. The President again played the piano, busily signed more mementos, beamed his happiness. Caruthersville's big day was over. To a man it agreed: Harry Truman had had more fun than anybody...