Word: charming
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...they try to desert, Chinese fall on them and kill them. Missionaries in Shansi report that Japanese often steal inside mission compounds to cry, or come to the gates to whimper and beg for little comforts. Superstitions are epidemic. Nearly every dead Japanese soldier has on him a charm, worn in life to ward off death. Often a man draws about himself a magic circle (the round of his life is full; no escape) and puts a bullet in his head. Instead of cremating bodies to be returned home for proper Shinto burial, Army officers cut off heads, cremate them...
...look like the composer. But few people who go to see The Great Victor Herbert will give a tenor's whoop what Victor Herbert looked like. They will want to (and will) hear Allan Jones and Mary Martin sing Victor Herbert's lilting tunes with freshness and charm...
...feel good. Think of the poor average American leading his mechanical, time-clock existence with his fat wife and his four-room duplex. Before Hitler the only things he had to look forward to were getting drunk on Saturday night and Roosevelt's fireside chats. Even movies held no charm for him. Imagine seeing a picture with Paulette Goddard in it, while sitting next to a hefty wife! Now he can guess philosophically about how long it will be before we get in the war, and secretly reduce his waistline in preparation for a little French-American bundling in Paris...
...Asta (cranky and snappy after a nervous breakdown) as their dog. It had the Thin Man's pace, bounce and snappy dialogue, exciting murder and air of amiable dipsomania. Nick and Nora take the pandemonium that passes for their domestic life with the same unquenchable good humor, poise, charm and thirst. But the spontaneity seems a little forced, the pace, jokes and charm a little grimly predetermined...
...been traveling most of the past 15 years. His Timetable for Tramps, purporting to be the first "textbook" on its subject, is a shrewdly organized, gracefully written set of casual essays on travel as a disease, an art, a religion. Blurred at times by a little too much literary charm, as a textbook it is suggestive rather than definitive. These faults aside, it is one of the more perceptive and engaging of "travel books...