Word: clay
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Life insurance companies today know how principals of policies are swept away in the sentimental exhibitionism of relatives intent upon glorious burial of mortal clay...
...Hoover built for his Department of Commerce was jammed to the doors one day last week. Elbow to elbow sat 2,000 businessmen eager to say their say about whether NRA should permit or forbid price fixing and price control. On the platform presiding over the meeting were Samuel Clay Williams, Chairman of NIRB; Arthur Dare Whiteside and Sidney Hillman, both NIRB members, and their associates...
When Henry Clay Frick, Andrew Carnegie's longtime steelmaking partner, died in 1919, he left his great art collection, his impressive Manhattan home and one of the few private lawns on Fifth Avenue to his widow for her lifetime, with the provision that thereafter it should become a public museum. The Widow Frick has been dead since 1931 and the Frick Museum is not yet ready for the public...
Forsaking All Others (Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer). Dill Todd (Robert Montgomery) leaves his fiancee, Mary Clay (Joan Crawford), waiting at the church while he elopes with his old mistress. The best man, Jeff Williams (Clark Gable), then spanks Mary with a hairbrush. These antics are intended to suggest that all three characters are urbane patricians, filled with charm and worldly wisdom. Lest the point remain in doubt, they speak exclusively in hard-boiled whimsey. When Jeff calls on Mary he kisses her and says: "Perfectly beautiful outside! How inside?" Mary: "Swell, inside." This means that Mary has forgotten Dill...
...that portion of the public which it will delight. Adapted from an unsuccessful play in which Tallulah Bankhead performed (TIME, March 13, 1933), produced with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer's finest trimmings, it contains a few bits of expert comedy by Charles Butterworth. Worst shot: Dill Todd giving Mary Clay a ride on the handlebars of a borrowed bicycle, landing in a pigpen...