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...nimble bounds, he overtakes the fleeing Negro, pinions him fast. Then from his pocket the gentleman whips a gleaming pen knife. Deftly he slits the Negro's throat from ear to ear. Returning to the young woman, who has now recovered, the immaculate avenger doffs his topper, bows from the waist saying, "Your purse, Madam," steps quickly back into his limousine, purrs away into the night. . . . Should a Hollywood producer present such a scene on the U. S. screen, audiences would doubtless groan or guffaw. Should any citizen of Atlanta behold such a scene on Ivy Street, near Cain...
Immaculate in a faultless dress suit and wearing the battered silk topper for which he is internationally famous, Ted Lewis, the "High-hatted Tragedian of Song", walked in from the stage of the Metropolitan Theatre in Boston where he is appearing this week, and obligingly submitted to a few pertinent questions by the CRIMSON reporter...
...while playing at the famous Rector's cafe on Broadway he became engaged in a friendly "crap" game with a little colored cabby who was an institution around the place, and in the course of the evening won from the latter his most prized possession, a shiny silk topper. That night Lewis wore the hat during his performance at Rector's--probably for laughs--and it caused so much comment that he's worn it ever since...
Died. Thorne Smith, 42, humorist; of heart disease; in Sarasota, Fla. His fantastic novels embroidered such subjects as the coming to life of statues of mythological persons (The Night Life of the Gods), the adventures of bibulous ghosts (Topper Takes a Trip), the predicaments of a man and wife whose bodies were magically exchanged (Turnabout...
...grays of Central Square hoyer by; gay bucks and their plebeian maids are on the shabby avenue, tempting one to stray abroad. The Vagabond, pigeon-breasted from long days at his books, expands his lungs, and plunges into the indescribale subway entrance. There, his stick and gloves, his shining topper, are the center of a half-awed admiration. He enters the car like a fairy prince swirling away in his coach; even the guards bow and scrape like tousled sycophants...