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They say that Ike is dynamite on television, and Kefauver can win votes with the shake of a hand, and that Taft and Truman reap ballots by the bushel with their blunt, give-'em-hell type campaigning. But the most important single factor in the November presidential election may be not the popularity of any of the candidates, but the will of the man everybody hates--Joe Stalin...
...short story) is urbane but upsy-downsy drawing-room comedy. Its three acts of intended laughter rather suggest three sets of tennis, with Jane narrowly losing the match, 6-2, 1-6, 4-6. Jane (Edna Best) is a rich, frumpish, middle-aged Liverpool widow, hard of head and blunt of speech. In a jolly first act she descends on her London relatives to announce that she is marrying a penniless architect half her age. There is consternation, opposition, and the sense of a cheerful future for the play, if perhaps a checkered one for the heroine...
...English manor and the surrounding moors. One shot of Miss Davis (rejected by her lover and abandoned by Merrill) standing alone in the huge manor is particularly impressive. The dialogue is good all the way and frequently comical. Miss Davis continues to speak her thoughts in her inimitable blunt fashion: "I killed my husband because I hated...
...constructed a network of treaties between Russia and 14 countries. He negotiated with Roosevelt for U.S. recognition of the Soviet Union in 1933. He got Russia a seat in the League of Nations. There, in passionate, blunt speeches, delivered in an English that was both Cockney and Slavic in accent, he became the apostle of disarmament, of collective security, and of opposition to the Nazis. "Peace is indivisible" was his famous phrase. He was personally liked and respected-a far warmer person than the cunning Vishinsky or the robot Gromyko -but only the gullible believed that there was a Litvinoff...
...reading. But last week S.R.L., with the air of a matron swearing off sweets, announced that it would print no more "advertisements inviting correspondence." Said the weekly: its circulation had grown too fat for it "to monitor [the ads] properly." In his Manhattan office, Publisher Jack Cominsky was more blunt. "These people," said he, "should be going to psychiatrists. Their ads represent an aspect of the magazine which it has outgrown...