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...most serious collectors of toy soldiers in the world have a club of their own-and bristle at the words "toy soldier." They are the members of Paris' Society of the Collectors of Historical Figurines, and they see nothing juvenile or toylike about their speciality. Far from it. To the devotee, each brightly painted hussar and mustachioed grenadier is an honest work of art, deserving the same patience and devotion in its creation as a Rodin statue...
...Eisenhower headquarters in New York's Commodore Hotel last week, Christmas jollity manifested itself chiefly in the bounding of plastic grasshoppers. An old and previously unnamed plaything, the toy grasshopper, which has springy metal legs and a rubber suction cup on its belly, was promptly christened "the Eisen-hopper" by fascinated newsmen. Introduced into Ike's offices by his old friend, Toy Manufacturer Louis Marx, the Eisenhopper caught the President-elect's fancy. Talking business with serious-faced guests, Ike would casually press a hopper on to his desk, and roar with delight when, seconds later...
...being held up, Mrs. Lorene McGehee, the teller, just called the bank manager, who hustled out and took Grandma's toy gun away from her. "I'm not Grandma," cried Grandma. But when the cops questioned her, she broke down...
...that benevolent old Adrien Claude was the best Father Christmas that Paris had ever seen. His flowing white beard and the kindness that danced in his twinkling blue eyes were as genuine as those of the legendary Christmas saint himself. When Adrien made his appearance last year in the toy department of one of the biggest department stores on the Left Bank, children left the firm grip of parental hands with a shout of joy to clamber into his lap, pull his beard and whisper their hopes into his ear. As far as the merchants of the Left Bank were...
...consists of some absurd character put down-in a setting that is just around the block and dolloped with matter-of-fact nonsense. His present hero, a city rabbit named Winthrop, is not conjured out of a top hat but from the place city rabbits normally come from-"a toy village enclosed by chicken wire and located in Section B, on the sixth floor of a big New York department store." Winthrop is first reduced from $2.98 to $1.78 because he proves not to be "colorfast, washable and docile"; then he finds himself out on his ear in the harsh...