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His Girl Friday, MineBy Christine Stoddard QuailBellMagazine.com 
Cary Grant bluffing in the days before you could Google
human thought into non-existence. Back when newsprint had a real smell and Rosalind Russell was a heroine for having real brains. She was beautiful, too, but that was besides the point because she wanted to be heard, not just seen, gawked at, catcalled and made to press her breasts together before delivering a breathless number. Beauty besides the point, besides the point like how people once used newspaper for things other than reading, things that somehow became the primary reason for stacking up newsprint at all. Line the litter box. Wipe the mess. Start a fire. Wikipedia told me that Hecht and MacArthur wrote a play called The Front Page that jumped to the silver screen and made cinematic history, {but Hildy and Walter had Wiki nada.} I watched it on Netflix. CommentsComments are closed.
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