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...because of words. A grandnephew of William Gladstone, son of a Cabinet Minister, he was born to the salons of British power. Tall, heavy-mustached, with a penchant for double-breasted waistcoats, he has a personal charm that smooths all paths for him. His business abilities were established beyond cavil by his spectacular rise in the metals industry, wherein he first became manager of the giant British Metal Corp. and then fathered a world tin cartel...
...organic give and take between solo instrument and orchestra, but it is very pleasant to listen to. For the most part, Miller plays like a veteran, and when a Freshman undertakes to play what an 18th century virtuoso wrote to display his own technique, it would be foolish to cavil at small lapses of pitch or phrasing...
Whatever may be the wartime shortcomings of the United Nations, whatever their lacks in unity or decision, the heroism of the soldiers of democracy is beyond cavil, a record that glows like an endless string of pearls. For they have made World War II a time of gallantry, sacrifice, incredible toughness; of comradeship among all fighters for freedom without regard to race. In their spirit, Democracy has proven that in one respect at least it cannot be found wanting...
...neither Citizen Willkie nor Army nor Navy were likely to cavil. They had gained an important point and a good man. Admiral Leahy, lean and still as sharp of mind and tongue as when he walked the quarterdeck, is a thorough going professional at warfare. As a naval officer he had spent 22 of his 46 years of service at sea, had commanded the battle force of the U.S. Fleet, worked in the top ranks of its high command and finally became Chief of Naval Operations. His new appointment had been foreshadowed (TIME, July...
Although modern beach apparel has taken some wind out of Mr. White's mainsail, his cuties are still beyond cavil. For the rest, the 1939 Scandals, like its predecessors, is a swiftly paced professional amateur hour occasionally bright, often dirty, sometimes painfully in need of a gong. There is one good song, Are You Having Any Fun?, energetically shouted by 52nd Street's Scotcha Ella Logan; one big, loud ensemble, hymning Tin Pan Alley; Tapper Ann Miller, who has some things Tapper Eleanor Powell has not; and a shimmy-shake called the Mexiconga, which will not be a successor...