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...wait till daylight and let the plane exhaust its heavy fuel load. He so notified the Coast Guard weather-watch cutter, Pontchartrain, some comfortable ten miles to the west. Pontchartrain's skipper, Commander William K. Earle, radioed the best course (330°) for ditching into the running swell, and the time of sunrise (7:22 a.m.). Captain Ogg easily homed on the Pontchartrain, managed to hold his altitude at 2,000 ft. while he circled...
Palabaud has seen the swift ruin of so much beauty that death holds no terror. He remembers how quickly the lovely bronzed Polynesians fade, how at 30 their "faces become shrivelled and deformed . . . and bodies which were formerly shapely either swell or collapse into meagreness." His beautiful Tahitian mistress had come home with him, but in European clothes her soft body loses form and boldness, her sandaled feet seem flat and ugly. Palabaud dies peacefully in a hospital bed, his mind awash with memories of the sea he had always loved. A few shreds of his corpse are sent...
...rewriting-that playwrights should turn to novels for their plays, as though the best way to make a chair were to cut down a sofa. Alan Paton's dramatized African novel, like so many other adaptations, including Joyce Gary's dramatized African novel, Mister Johnson, loses the swell and amplitude of fiction without achieving the drive and intensity of drama. It is in some ways too obvious, in others too obscure; its scenes are chop-pily hitched on to one another like so many train coaches-and with the engine unfortunately at the wrong...
...Swell Party. But if nostalgic viewers missed the old principals, they were at least treated to some of the best Porter tunes, in a strikingly natty showcase: Dolores Gray belted out I Get a Kick Out of You and Just One of Those Things. George Sanders suavely suggested that he was singing C'est Magnifique. Peter Lind Hayes and Mary Healy provided the comic element, with some mild stabs of wit. Bing Crosby merely contributed a tune clipped from High Society (Now You Has Jazz), sung with Louis ("Satch-mo") Armstrong, whose galvanic Blow, Gabriel, Blow undoubtedly jazzed...
...trumpet with a bouncing sense of fun, and his Piano Concerto, which opens with an inferno of featureless percussion and sizzling .strings, continues with a slow movement of steamy mystery, and winds up with a recurring Latin American dance rhythm. Eeriest moments come when a flute seems to swell and shrink like a small-scale fire siren...