Word: awkwardnesses
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...find for the party-a taciturn, even secretive man, an awkward, fiery writer, a self-taught linguist who read and spoke German, French, Spanish and Italian. He wrote for the Daily Worker, became its foreign news editor, finally (while Cartoonist Robert Minor was listed at the top of the masthead) became its editor in fact. On the side he did translations. Two of his translations (from the German) were Franz Werfel's Class Reunion and Felix Salten's Bambi. In 1929, disturbed by reports of Stalin's heavy-handed tactics and stories of the first party purges...
...entrance of Frances Bavier in the last few minutes of "George and Margaret" is the damndest show-stopper I've seen. Tip-toeing on stage as the frightened and awkward new parlor main, Miss Bavier succeeded by pantomine in disrupting everything on both sides of the footlights for a few wonderful minutes of unbroken hilarity...
Rather than looking to London or to Dallas, the Copley might just look across the square. There they would see the Tributary players, a group of awkward but earnest amateurs, offering Marlowe, O'Neill, Synge, Wilde, Moliere, and Shakespeare--all with a rich Boston accent. It will be a real pity if the Copley players don't get a chance to use their considerable talents in plays of that caliber...
...Kenyan Review had printed a piece that referred to Faulkner's "images of linear discreteness," and "images of curve." But: "Look," explained Faulkner to the New York Times Book Review, "I'm just a writer. Not a literary man . . ." And all those book reviews made things awkward around home (Oxford, Miss.): " 'Why look here,' they'll say, 'Bill Faulkner's gone and got his picture in the New York paper.' So they come around and try to borrow money, figuring I've made a million dollars . . ." The old days, before success...
With perverse taste and awkward haste, some newspapers last week tried to write off the appalling election performance of the U.S. press as an amusing little joke. The Washington Post sent a can't-we-be-friends telegram to President Truman: YOU ARE HEREBY INVITED TO A "CROW BANQUET" TO WHICH THIS NEWSPAPER PROPOSES TO INVITE NEWSPAPER EDITORIAL WRITERS, POLITICAL REPORTERS AND EDITORS, INCLUDING OUR OWN, ALONG WITH POLLSTERS, RADIO COMMENTATORS AND COLUMNISTS . . . MAIN COURSE WILL CONSIST OF BREAST OF TOUGH OLD CROW EN GLACE. (YOU WILL EAT TURKEY.) . . . DRESS FOR GUEST OF HONOR, WHITE TIE. FOR OTHERS -SACK...