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Dorothy Gish Tires of Sunny California – By Kitty Kelly (Chicago Tribune – 1915)

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  Dorothy Gish Tires of Sunny California – By Kitty Kelly (Chicago Tribune – 1915) Chicago Tribune – Saturday April 17, 1915 – Page 17 Flickerings from Flickers By Kitty Kelly Dorothy Gish Tires of Sunny California Los Angeles, California, April 16 – When big sister’s away, then little sister chatters, is the modern version of the standard jingle, as adapted by Miss Dorothy Gish, which I plucked out of her picture, on the Majestic stage, when the sun retreated coyly behind a special gray cloud veil. Miss Lillian Gish, with her mother, has gone back for a visit in Ohio, and Miss Dorothy is living all alone in their apartment endeavoring to learn to be self-reliant. Lillian Gish, Dorothy and Mary Robinson McConnell (Mother) “You see, mother has always taken so much care of me, even more than she has of Lillian because she was the oldest, that I have never had to do things on my own responsibility, so I think this is a very good experience for me – but I don’t like it specially. “Oh, I’m

Savage Haiti of ‘Papa Doc’ Upstages Characterization in ‘Comedians’ – By Clifford Terry (Chicago Tribune 1967)

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  Savage Haiti of ‘Papa Doc’ Upstages Characterization in ‘Comedians’ – By Clifford Terry (Chicago Tribune 1967) Chicago Tribune – Tuesday November 14, 1967 – Page 37 Savage Haiti of ‘Papa Doc’ Upstages Characterization in ‘Comedians’ By Clifford Terry The Comedians 1967 lobby card The savage stage upon which “The Comedians” strut and fret their pathetic parts is the island of Haiti, that harbor of hate stuck in the middle of Tourist Land and dominated by the sound and fury of “Papa Doc” Duvalier. Elizabeth Taylor and Peter Ustinov in The Comedians 1967 Onto this set have been built the props, cemented in power and poverty: political purges, dungeons, blackouts, firing-squad reprisals, intimidation and murder, and 5,000 sunglass-concealed, strong-arm sadists known as the Tonton, the Carribean counterpart of the Gestapo. From offstage obscurity, enter the personae, fitted with the simplest of names, unknowingly cast as charade cogs absurdly and pitifully floundering in the midst of game