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...Robot, an Ideal flashing-eyed mechanical monster ($5.95), can be made to move forward and back, swing its arms and recite: "I'm Robert the Robot, the Mechanical Man." Ideal also has a "radio"-equipped FBI car that broadcasts "Calling all cars . . ." Among electric trains, the newest is Toyland Products' train for three-to six-year-olds. It consists of a string of wooden cars, driven by three flashlight batteries, that go forward and back around an oval of fiber on which is printed an electric circuit. Price...
...companies on a 50-50 basis. His present share: $200 million a year. A strict Moslem, who forbade smoking, drinking and even non-Moslem churches among the foreigners who came to draw his oil, he nevertheless took to modern inventions like a child let loose in Toyland, eventually had his palaces festooned with telephones and radios, his courtyards teeming with fleets of automobiles, including 20 sand-proof, peek-proof Cadillacs, equipped with electric fans, and a mahogany-paneled trailer, which boasts a throne room. He also acquired a DC-4, built to accommodate his custom-made wheel chair...
There is no Christmas on Washington Street this year. The sparkle is there but not the spirit. Today's Toyland is a travesty...
Houston's verdict was that Bemelmans' art lives up to the Bemelmans purpose. The paintings in the show were done mostly in France and Italy-a world of squiggly churches, toyland villages and sunlit harbors, all as gay as a crazy quilt. But Bemelmans' own favorites are his paintings of people in restaurants. "A restaurant," says he, "is a refuge. I sit there floating with a bottle of wine and silently observe. Instead of a bird watcher, I am a people watcher...
Ducked into doorway. Bump into sign. "New England's largest Toyland, This Way." Woman grabs me by the arm. Fat woman. "Oh, excuse me. I thought you were Forsythe. Have you seen a little boy...?" Hear air raid siren at left elbow. Turns out it's not air raid siren at all but little boy. Forsythe. Pick self off floor and get caught up in herd of stampeding gamins. We sweep through the Hopalong Cassidy Corral, Scout Hut, and emerge in a layer of purgatory which Dante, lucky fellow, never visited. Gamins disperse into scouting parties and disappear...