Word: careful
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Longneck Theater its greatest evening in the first male "Joan." Unfortunately, Reginald was never allowed to follow his star for he inadvertently tied a corset string to one spur and thereby broke his neck mounting his white charger in the last act. May the Harvard Joan have more care. J. Thisby McManus...
TIME accuses me of "leaning over backward so far," apropos of the royal wedding rumours, that I "reached almost from Buckingham Palace to Billingsgate." This apparently refers to my statement that I did not (as you quote it) "care a damn" if Prince Philip married Princess Elizabeth. This comment is unfair to Billingsgate and to me. In so far as Billingsgate fish-market porters use oaths at all, they use far richer ones than "damn." And I did not, in fact, write "damn" but "dam," thus indicating that I accepted a possibly outmoded (1877) but attractive derivation of the phrase...
...last quarter many cashed in heavily on OPA's death. Typical was Procter & Gamble: for the six months ending December 31 it netted $16,300,341 v. $9,456,033 in the same period of 1945. (And P. & G. had laid aside $14,500,000 to take care of any inventory loss if prices dropped...
Somehow Deborah also had to squeeze in two sittings in the portrait gallery (the national magazines would be clamoring for pictures). Then there was the housing problem. The studio took care of that. By the greatest good fortune, Screenwriter Casey Robinson (noblesse oblige) had made his Pacific Palisades house available, a charming English-type cottage spang in the middle of an orange grove. This was a great load off Deborah's and Tony's mind (L.B. believes that a good star is a happy star...
...Bagby on a concert by famed Pianist Anton Rubinstein: "Well, sir, he had the blamedest, biggest, catty-corneredest pianner you ever laid your eyes on-something like a distracted billiard table on three legs. . . . Played well? You bet he did. When he first sit down, he peered to care mighty little about playing, and wished he hadn't come. He tweedle-eedled a little on the treble, and twoodle-oodled some on the bass. . . . All of a sudden, old Ruby changed his tune. . . . He lit into them keys like a thousand of brick. He give 'em no rest...