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...drawer entertainment. He is still one of Hollywood's most talented moviemakers. Actor James Stewart, who worked his way up without ballyhoo from buck private to Air Forces colonel (and bomber-wing commander), has also boosted his rank as an actor. Having put aside his aggressively boyish, aw-shucks screen mannerisms, Stewart's first postwar performance is certain to be eyed respectfully by the people who award annual statuettes for superior acting...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: New Picture, Dec. 23, 1946 | 12/23/1946 | See Source »

While the recordmakers and Petrillo bargained heatedly, waiters ducked in with cooling trayloads of beer. During a break, reporters asked the Czar how he was doing. Shrugged he: "Aw, you know how it is. I work alla time and fight alla time and get my brains beat out alla time. But you know me. I bounce back...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: YABOR: I Work Alla Time | 10/28/1946 | See Source »

...loud bands that long ago had learned to mix swing and sweet would obviously survive the change, just as Guy Lombardo's creamy on-the-melody music had stayed on the top all through swing's craze. In Los Angeles Woody Herman and his noisy "Aw, Your Father's Moustache" brand of music was the big draw. But the word was spreading: the crowds wanted their music muted...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: The Swing from Swing | 9/9/1946 | See Source »

...began to speak. No one, he said, had ever before voluntarily resigned as chairman of the Cook County Democratic Committee, They either died, or got tossed out on their ear, he said. He wound up: "I hereby render-uh-tender my resignation." The boys clapped, there were murmurs of "Aw, Boss...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Call Me Jack | 7/22/1946 | See Source »

...Millar the name seemed almost as awful as the Gestapo. "Visions connected with this ghastly name flashed through my head. I saw stalwart foresters laying back their heads until the neck cords showed like bared intestines, but their voices came in a shallow unison pipe: 'Oh, Désiré.' I saw the German questioners in Gestapo headquarters. Their leader aid: 'We give you one last chance, Captain Er, Captain Um, Captain Désiré.' I aw a woman with gold teeth and dirty hair who came towards me asking...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Toward Morning | 1/14/1946 | See Source »

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