Tuere has been feeling in America—flushed, angry faces, drumming of fingers on desks, and setting of jaws—over broadcasting by film stars.
The exhibitors, who after all, have grey-haired mothers sensitive to want as anyone else's, say that people are staying at home to listen to these broadcasts and keeping away from the cinemas, They want the film stars put back on the screen, and stuck there, "where they belong."
But surely that is rather a crude, rough exp ion. Film stars belong to our hearts, do what they may. The exhibito I warn them—the trifling with the most sacred feelings of humanity.
When we hear a star broadcasting he or She seems just a teeny-weeny bit more divine than on the screen, because he (or she) seems to be speaking and smiling—those thirty-two marvellous teeth! Oh, baby!—to us in our hearts and our homes.
Stay me with flagons: bathe me in treacle,—Showman in the "Daily Herald.
The Sweep Again C "Con crikey," said The Sweep, "little old Lord Stanhope aint arf put is foot in it, aint he?"
"Not arf," I said. see little old Chamberlain ad im on the carpet and give im a proper ticking orf," said The Sweep, "but he t lost is job."
"That's right," I said.
"That shows you the advantage of ayin a title an gain to a good school," said The Sweep.
"It do," I said.
"If he ad been plain Mr. Stanhope, brought up at a council school, cor luv a duck, theyd ave shot im right out on is ear," wald The Sweep.
4 I said. said The Sweep, "theyre payin im a hundred pounds a week for speaking out of is turn. Cor suffering blimey."
"Cor," I said.
"Nothink like old school chums sticking together" said The Sweep.
"Nothink," I said.
"Like a trade union, aint it?" asked The Sweep.
Just" I said.
"The chief thing about gain to a good school, said The Sweep, "is that you dont need to ave no brains.
"That's right," I said.
"Why," said The Sweep, "If you ad a title and ad been to a good school theyd pay you twice as much for your little bit of typing."
"Too true," I said, 3 "The only titled typist in England," said The Sweep. "Cor stone me up a gum tree."
"Cor stone me up a gum tree, too," I said.
"Cor chase my Aunt Fanny round the onses," said The Sweep.
"Cor suffering snake:
—Gubbins in the "Sunday Express."
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