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...Three years ago the first of Feb. I fell on the sidewalk in St. Petersburg and fractured my left hip and have been a bed and wheelchair invalid. I am 76 years, I got complications and ended with arthrtis, I take shots of vitamin B and sufer for which I pay my Dr. $3.00 I am doing without it so I can send it to the Met. Opera. If this works out all right and I dont have a return of that awful pain I may send $3 later...
...Whiteside, Kaufman & Hart hilariously held the mirror up to ill-nature. Crusty, crotchety, mischiefmaking, selfish, their renowned invalid badgers all comers in epigrammatic Billingsgate. Every combat, to him, is a Blitzkrieg. Now & then, as on Christmas Eve, his gushing soul drips treacle; but the real Whiteside, from his wheelchair throne, commandeers the house, forbids his hosts to use the telephone, tries to smash his secretary's love affair, bewitches the servants, bedevils his nurse. Snaps he to "Miss Bedpan": "My great-aunt Jennifer . . . lived to be 102 and when she was three days dead she looked better than...
...play is rich in more than one kind of name-calling. Before the wheelchair genuflect the world's great. "Gertrude Stein" phones from Paris. "Admiral Byrd" sends penguins, "William Beebe" an octopus. "Harpo Marx" arrives for a cyclonic visit. "Noel Coward" whizzes by, stopping long enough to play a "new song" of his, a howling burlesque all about...
Though no stage character but Whiteside has ever made a wheelchair seem so much like a guillotine, Kaufman & Hart have filled their flabbergasted Ohio living-room with more than verbal slaughter, have turned it also into an immensely comic beer garden. While wisecracks pour out of one faucet, nonsense pours out of another. As a comedy of bad manners, The Man Who Came to Dinner turns crude now & then. But with Actor Woolley excellent in the fattest of parts, with most of the jokes buttered on both sides, and with everything from convicts to cockroaches to brighten up the cast...
Motionless in a wheelchair, swathed in blankets, his tired old face shaded by a broad fedora. Major Andrew Summers Rowan, 81, last week listened to a seven-gun salute in his honor on the lawn of Letterman General Hospital at San Francisco's Presidio (U. S. Army post). He also listened to a flowery speech by a gentleman in smoked glasses, Consul José Zarza of the Cuban Republic. The speech said that Major Rowan had performed a feat that was "an everlasting lesson" which "covered your army with glory," a deed for all to "love, admire and emulate...