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...Were Free (RKO). In the current revival of law in the cinema, Gordon Evers (Clive Brook) in If I Were Free, qualifies for a peculiar niche. He is not a daring semi-shyster like George Simon and Ernest Barringer. He is a London barrister in wig or silk hat. He has no office. But, like the others, he does have an unhappy love life and a thirst...
...high bench in Bow Street Court last week Chief Metropolitan Magistrate Sir Rollo Frederick Graham-Campbell fidgeted beneath his robes and wig. Royal Dukes, Archbishops and Dukes are the top dogs of the British peerage, and below Sir Rollo, quietly awaiting judgment as a prisoner, stood that jovial, ruddy sporting peer, His Grace the Duke of Atholl, lord of 200,000 Scottish acres, master of the only private army in Great Britain and a War hero who won by conspicuous bravery in action...
...eaten angel cake. On the floor of the room were some of Kelly's sawed-off machine guns, weapons he had learned to use after listening to the tales of oldtime racketeers in Leavenworth Penitentiary. In another room the officers found Mrs. Kelly, 29, disguised in a red wig, her face bearing the telltale scar of a blow her husband once gave her. "We've been celebrating our third anniversary," she explained. "A swell celebration! Just swell...
...that point Kelly got rid of the expensive car, bought a smaller machine. He dyed his black hair yellow, gave his wife the red wig. The trail led to Des Moines and Omaha, with the Federal agents only a few hours behind. The agents guessed that the fugitives were heading for California. They set a trap at Reno. But Kelly doubled back. He continued to change cars, being careful never to use a stolen one. At the end of August Kelly was traced to Memphis, then to Chicago where the agents said "we came so close to getting him that...
...leaving without kicking back the trapeze, plunges over her and catches his brother's hands at the dizzy instant of pause before the backswing. Painter Curry liked second best the wise-eyed Riding Clown (Orrin Davenport) waiting for his turn in the ring in orange derby, tie and wig, his red putty nose outlined against a blue night sky. Critics last week admired Curry's feat (as difficult as the Passing Leap) of getting the circus' gaudy, pastel colors in oils. Circus action gave play to his potent, compact drawing, his flair for packing...