Word: baileys
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...wildcat is also a tomcat, and Veronica Lake, the prettiest of the colonel's three daughters, falls for him. The second daughter (Oklahoma's Mary Hatcher) sings a good deal, and the youngest (Mona Freeman) is on hand with wisecracks. There is also a cook (Pearl Bailey), and a comic swain (Billy De Wolfe...
More importantly for cinemusical purposes, there are plenty of occasions for songs and production numbers, cued in more or less naturally. 'Boys & girls bicycle to a picnic under leafy shade and sing about it en route; Billy De Wolfe sings At the Nickelodeon; Pearl Bailey clears away dishes or flicks a dust rag at a bannister while she chaws out a couple of songs...
...trouble is that in its Tarkington-esque aspects, the show is completely lacking in genuine remembrance, ease and spontaneity. The cyclists are pretty to look at, but as artificially gay in spirit as so many madrigal singers. As a Midwestern servant of the early 1900s, Pearl Bailey is about as believable as Salvador Dali's autobiography, but she does whatever she does with such queenly conviction and emphasis that she is by all odds the best thing in the show...
Annual Reports. U.S. corporations, long belabored for turning out complicated annual reports which few people could understand, have worked hard to simplify them with charts, pictures and plain talk. In the current Harvard Business Review, President George D. Bailey of the American Institute of Accountants belabors corporations for making reports too simple: "The emphasis has been on getting more people to read the reports . . . rather than on giving more significant information to those capable of using...
Last week the barkers were having a picnic. It was as if Barnum & Bailey had come to the Balkans. Under the big Red top the Soviet Bear was calling the acts. In the spotlight the Cominform, nine-headed dog of the Kremlin, was beating up on Tito, Yugoslavia's own ringmaster. And the Communist puppets clapped like...