Word: atkinson
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...years reserved, Harvard-bred New York Times Critic J. Brooks Atkinson wrote reviews as sober and dignified as a Times editorial. Atkinson left the pun-making and funmaking to such colleagues of those days as Heywood Broun, Alexander Woollcott, Percy Hammond, George Jean Nathan...
...recent years, having wrenched the J. from his name, Atkinson-though thoughtful as ever about good plays-has become a Katzenjammer Kid about bad ones. This season he has pulled leg after leg of flop after flop. Of Case History he wrote: "The stepmother goes off her chump." Of Come Across: "You see him in bed, which is no treat." Of The Devil Takes a Bride: "This is a sordid tale, my mates." Of the author of The Good: "An old Hudson (N. Y.) boy, Mr. Erskin . . . should hesitate about visiting back home." Of Thanks for Tomorrow: "Thanks for tomorrow...
...ATKINSON Executive Secretary...
...syndicated columns, after sampling the scissors & knives of Dorothy Thompson, Westbrook Pegler, Heywood Broun, turn to Eleanor Roosevelt's My Day for healing and balm. To some other readers, the President's wife seems the Pollyanna of columnists. Even when, last fortnight, she reproved Dramatic Critics Brooks Atkinson of the New York Times and Richard Watts Jr. of the New York Herald Tribune for their blunt dismissal of Save Me the Waltz, a short-lived, Graustark-under-a-dictator romance, it was still in the spirit of loving the sunshine. Critics Atkinson and Watts, wrote Columnist Roosevelt, "seemed...
Simultaneously reproved, this week Critics Watts and Atkinson simultaneously retorted. Critic Watts suggested that Fascism is no matinee-chocolates matter. Critic Atkinson challenged Eleanor Roosevelt's dramatic criticism in general. He relished her description of Paul Vincent Carroll's Shadow and Substance (TIME, Feb. 7) as "whimsical and charming." He caught her misnaming the Federal Theatre's ". . . one-third of a nation." He used her confession that Thornton Wilder's Our Town (TIME, Feb. 14) had "depressed her beyond words," as a way of begging the White House to back good plays "to the last typewriter...