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...professor's life has been spent in his night-hung laboratory. When his books became successful, he drew the attention of Alexander Woollcott and his circle of literary back-scratchers. He had a play, Christmas Eve, produced on Broadway. (It flopped, in spite of an on-stage childbirth.) At other times the professor has traveled widely. In Moscow he met a zoo director with a long Santa Claus beard, who showed him a cage containing not only animals but two pretty girls. This, said the director, was meant "to illustrate the oneness of all living things." Eckstein went...
Fort's books (Lo!, Wild Talents) were enthusiastically hailed by a group of U.S. literary exhibitionists including Alexander Woollcott and Tiffany Thayer. In 1931 they formed the Fortean Society, dedicated to "the frustration of science." The society, which has no real magnetic field, just a gelatinous shell, petered out, leaving science no more frustrated than usual. But the tradition goes on. Next time the rain washes dust or pollen or algae out of the air, some newspaper will probably report that "scientists were mystified." They often are, but not by green rain...
...produced by the Theatre Guild, H.M. Tennent Ltd. & John C. Wilson) was in real life named George Archer-Shee. Not quite 40 years ago his story-which Playwright Rattigan has followed pretty faithfully-became a cause célèbre of Edwardian England; some eight years ago Alexander Woollcott made good quick reading matter of it for snack-loving Americans...
...first week Billy sounded like a not-too-assured mixture of Walter Winchell and the late Alexander Woollcott. He let his listeners in on his random thoughts, a bit of philosophy, some gossip. He did a little crusading for higher salaries for teachers. He told a yarn about World's Fair days, when J. Edgar Hoover put the finger on a gangster who was bothering Billy. He bemoaned all the big-time stars that he has been dope enough to pass...
Readers with even a 20-watt memory ought to recognize this old eye-popper. Some may recall it as a favorite parlor puzzle a decade or two ago. The late Alexander Woollcott published a breathless version in which the missing person is an elderly woman; in Mrs. Belloc Lowndes' The End of Her Honeymoon (1914) it is a young husband. All are variations on the same theme: a victim vanishes, leaving no sign of his existence; in feverish haste his hotel room is refurnished, repapered or walled off. The hotelkeeper (sometimes it is the police) has reason to dispose...