Word: brat
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...result, a good deal of rewarding detail blurs into a June-moon landscape, an all-church-bells-and-wedding-bells kind of world. In spite of a triangular love story, there is not one tantrum; in spite of seven Trapp children, not one brat. Surely even an unexceptionable family show can be more fun: The Sound of Music ends by making its warmheartedness as cloying as a lollipop, as trying as a lisp...
...hide the hefty Laughton paunch), the famed suet-pudding face was almost obscured by a wild halo of home-grown white whiskers and an unkempt shoulder-length mane of home-grown white hair. For the Bard's buffs, the sight and sound of Lear as a whimpering, elderly brat, a Captain Bligh without backbone, was something of a shock...
...high dudgeon and the low language, with much of the action reduced to caricature and much of the dialogue delivered in wisecracks, even what is not authentic show business makes breezy vaudeville. Really fresh and funny is a very young coproducer, a long-on-argot but short-on-savvy brat-about-town, delightfully played by Robert Morse...
...favorite turtle. The fun has worn a little thin by the time Eloise takes Nahnee, the turtle and her collection of champagne corks back to the Plaza, where Room Service is ever so happy to have her back. All in all, though, she is a magnificent moppet-une brat magnifique, as she might...
Colonel's Daughter. Before World War II, John grew up, like any Army brat, in the long prewar round of the elder Eisenhower's duty assignments-Manila, Ft. Lewis, Wash. He graduated from Stadium High School in Tacoma, Wash., took an appointment to West Point (from U.S. Senator Arthur Capper of Kansas). This was John's own decision, as were later choices, e.g., applying for infantry duty; his father counseled but never interfered. A modest, natural "hive" (scholar), he spent much of his time at the Military Academy coaching deficient plebes, graduated 138th in a class...