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Last week in Manhattan, two seasoned actresses undertook Hedda Gabler, in different theatres, simultaneously. Admirers of the two ladies, as well as Hedda's friends, sped back and forth, uptown and downtown, to compare and contrast the performances of Actresses Eva Le Galliénne and Blanche Yurka. It was unfortunate and misleading, for the Misses Le Galliénne and Yurka have scarcely anything except their sex and profession in common. But between them they allowed the coincidence to happen and, with the public still craving Ibscenities as an aftermath of last year's Ibscentennial, comparisons...
George Bray Barnard, sculptor extraordinary, is famed for his Gothic cloister in uptown New York City, where medieval sculpture and ornament abound. His works are scattered worldwide, varying in subject from The Descent from the Cross in Paris, to The God Pan on Columbia University's campus. In London stands his gaunt Abraham Lincoln, focus of livid controversy, of which Theodore Roosevelt said: "I have always wished I might...
Said Swope: "I have no plans. But I'll have an office uptown and the door will be open always for World men." With characteristic brutal frankness he added: "I don't know anything about Mr. Renaud. But I do feel some regret that no one was taken from the staff to be managing editor...
...skirts.f For Miss Cleary is pretty. Last week she saw screen star Nita Naldi and a prize beauty off for Europe on the midnight S. S. Paris. Flashlight men found her more smartly dressed than the former, prettier than the latter. Under the hard daylight of Watson & White's uptown stockbrokerage office in the Hotel Berkeley, she is thought still prettier...
...shrug of her well-rounded shoulders was worth a big black headline. But that was history by which many a newspaper profited and was shamed. Last week's item was that Mrs. Frances Heenan ("Peaches") Browning went on the stage of the vast Keith-Albee Hippodrome in uptown Manhattan. Adequately clothed, she sang briefly and badly in a vaudeville act, introduced by a sleek whippersnapper. To a few newsgatherers in her dressing room, Mrs. Browning talked intelligently, familiarly; referred to her onetime husband as impersonally as to a street car conductor. "What's the old man doing...