Word: bluntly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Truculent. Blunt, taciturn Chess Master Reshevsky had outraged his Cuban hosts by his point-blank refusal to join the other players in a Friday visit to the tomb of Cuban World Champion José Capablanca. Reshevsky later explained that he could not make the trip on Friday, since his Jewish religion forbids public travel after sundown. But he also demanded that the player's day off should be Friday, not Sunday. Furthermore, Reshevsky refused, up to the final day, to agree to leave the winner's trophy in Cuba. Originally donated by Argentina, the cup had been renamed...
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...
...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...