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Alsace-Lorraine: rural, albeit earthly-wise, natural type; not the type for a casual affair; eminently wholesome but, withal, drab. Luxembourg: a puzzle. With all the outward appurtenances of modernity they still are, well, provincial. Belgium: a decided improvement (especially in the Arlon-Bastogne sector). The female form begins to show signs of having been groomed for its primary purpose...
...boxing gloves. Ten and Out is his only treatment of the fight game. The New York Herald Tribune's hulking sports editor Stanley Woodward went to Mickey's show, commented: "The clientele stood around drinking Martinis and Manhattans, talking fights, submitting to radio broadcasts and newsreels, yet, withal, keeping their minds open in case anyone should mention art." Tony Galento, twice licked by a fighter whose first name was Art, managed after 80 minutes' rehearsal to garble the following prepared opinion: "The perspective is distorted and the subordination of technic to composition is indubitably fatuous." The event...
...tree it got stuck in was right in front of Widener, an affront in itself. The mob gathered and got a stepladder, too short, and then a sort of holding folding ladder, long enough. But puss loved life in the leaves and expectorating on Yard Cops, a pleasant occupation withal. It probably felt hurt anyway, the nasty man in Psych said it should be strangled for Bio 2a. Then again, this one didn't seem mad, though it was expectorating...
...popular ditties, however, I'm afraid anything particularly polished for your dancing pleasure is not to be expected from Frankie. His is a jump band--it possesses no "choirs" of brasses and saxes. It gets along on two of each and does nicely withal. Its pop tune arrangements, of which there aren't very many right now, are played with apathetic carelessness. A colored band of that kind just can't get excited about whether I want to walk with or without you, and working for that Glenn Miller gloss on the sweet numbers seems a waste of time...
...novel for tonight. Something light and frothy but with a problem. His roommate said he had just the book for him. About Vassar. (Wonderful place, Vag thought. Must get up there and see that Daisy Chain lassie again.) Enough sex so as not to be boring, but serious withal. Just the thing for a flabby mind that was eager to get back into intellectual training...