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...matter what the cast is doing. His director always addresses him as Mr. Arliss. He dresses in narrow trousers and a high stiff collar, carries change in a purse. Because he and his wife once saw some cattle starving in a drought, Arliss is a vegetarian. His theory ("I eat nothing I can pat") puts fish on his menu. He keeps an elaborate research library to help him with costume parts. He rehearses privately for two weeks before every picture, takes his wife's advice about makeup. She plays in his pictures only when, as in Rothschild...
Italy has no No. 2 Fascist, no political heir apparent to Benito Mussolini, but in Berlin high-pitched, vegetarian, nonsmoking Adolf Hitler knows only too well the sumptuous apartment of the bass-voiced, carnivorous, robust No. 2 Nazi...
...intimate friend" of His Holiness Pope Pius XI. All last week Herr von Papen was enjoying himself in Rome. He loves nothing quite so much as supping in state at a Cardinal's Palace with twinkling candles on the table and viands of the best. Every day Vegetarian Hitler called up to ask how the negotiations were going with Papal Secretary of State Cardinal Pacelli. They were going splendidly. Papal Chamberlain von Papen cheerfully reported, and, sure enough, by the end of the week he initialed a concordat with the Holy...
...look as flaccid as a circus fat lady, but so far as the German people know he never rests from his heroic labors, dashes constantly up and down the Fatherland in multi-motored planes, never smokes and subsists wholly on fruit, vegetables, nuts, and dairy products. Last week the Vegetarian Superman flew over Poland's hated Corridor to a big cozy country house at Neudeck in East Prussia. There he gripped hands with that hearty eater of tenderloin steaks, pork sausages, pigs-knuckles and chopped raw beef & onions, President Paul von Beneckendorff und von Hindenburg. In a sense...
...permitted to roam the air station arm-in-arm with the flyers. For months the men had been confined in monastic seclusion lest any of them get off mental or emotional balance. Under the fanatical hawkeye discipline of their commander, Col. Aldo Pellegrini, they dined together at a severely vegetarian training table. The hours of each day were strictly apportioned to flight practice, study, outdoor sport, sleep. A wife who tried to see her husband at Orbetello was brusquely informed at the gate: "All the pilots of the Atlantic squadron are bachelors." Indignantly she hurried home, exhumed her marriage certificate...