Word: carolled
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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William Saroyan, once U.S. letters' Public Show-off No. 1, had become a Garbo for privacy. Since release from the Army last September he had cut nary a public caper-not even last January 11 when Wife Carol bore him their unpublicized second child, first daughter...
Likeliest interpretation: the Emperor was exhorting susceptible Japanese not to "change color" by aping Western ways. Witty Carol Bache (who knows her Japan after 14 years'in the U.S. Embassy at Tokyo) offered a paraphrase un-Japanese in its directness...
Thanks to Howard Bay's sets, it never loses its looks. Jan Clayton (Carousel) proves a winning Magnolia, Colette Lyons an agreeable Ellie, Buddy Ebsen a live dancing personality and Ralph Dumke a jovial Captain Andy. And handsome Carol Bruce, tackling the Bill that made the late Helen Morgan famous, brought down the opening-night house...
...King Carol of Rumania and his Madame Lupescu paraded down the mosaic sidewalks that curl along the slim half-moon of Copacabana beach. Tens of thousands of cariocas, impelled by a summer heat wave, dashed into the Atlantic's cool, green breakers. At Argentina's Mar del Plata, the Unzues and the Martinez de Hozes and all the other upper-crusters sunned themselves at private beach clubs, far from the madding crowd, and seldom swam (the water was too cold...
...cartoon of all U.S. small towns slashed on in strokes broad enough to be unmistakable to the most reluctant. Its inhabitiants, at once fearsome and folksy, were at best expertly stage-managed simulacre of U.S. small-town types, at worst human caricatures of something ineluctably real. Its heroine, Carol Kennicott, the Madame Bovary of the wheat elevators, was the archetype of a million repressed U.S. small-town men & women. Even readers who detested Carol Kennicott as much as her Gopher Prairie neighbors did were attracted by her husband, solid, plodding long-suffering Dr. Will Kennicott. Main Street was a shriek...