Word: coney
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...more delirious moments, after coming home from the pictures, we are apt to think of the United States as one vast Coney Island, peopled with gunmen's molls, Dead End kids, corn-fed blondes, tap-dancing Negroes, G-Men, bubble dancers, tough babies, flagpole sitters, Kentucky moonshiners, Irish cops and co-eds with voices like nails on a sheet of glass. This is rather like confining one's study of English life to the side shows at the circus...
...Irwin Shaw; produced by The Group Theatre). Usually propaganda plays are grim, clenched, bellicose. But the social message of Irwin Shaw's "Brooklyn fable" is as softly conveyed as a woman's "Yes." The Gentle People is the story of two benevolent middle-aged cronies down Coney Island way who love to fish of an evening. A tough young gangster (Franchot Tone) extorts "protection money" from them. He seduces one man's daughter (Sylvia Sidney). At length he demands their savings. Their patience pushed too far, the outraged cronies decide to drown their tormentor. Once they...
...ample compensation. His "Voyage to Lilliput" laid bare society in all its smallness and pettiness; his "Voyage to Brobdingnag" magnified its faults to gigantic, revealing, revolting stature. He held up an exaggerating mirror to the English public's face and showed them a visage as distorted as a Coney Island reflection. His pen was undoubtedly the most feared of his era, and he wrote publicly and anonymously, over-seriously and over-humorously, at length and in brief, even in baby talk--whichever best suited his mood. And almost single-handed, he pulled English literature and society a step upward...
...Revolution, Lafayette cries: "C'est la victoire . . . l'alliance entre les Etats Unis et la France a triomphe!" Last program is a grand roundup of U. S. noises, including the roar of "les chutes du Niagara" birds twittering, a bear's grunt. Coney Island's tinkles and cries, the voice of Monsieur Thomas Dewey...
Past the furrowed water of the Potato Patch, where the Atlantic currents sweep around Coney Island into Gravesend Bay in New York Harbor, seagoing, 23-year-old Cowboy William J. ("Tex") Langford poked the nose of a $100 put-put in which he had sputtered down from Boston. Moored just off the pier he tied up to was a slim, long yacht hull. The masts were off her, she could have done with some swabbing, but to Tex's longing eyes she was a jimdandy. To a benign-looking stranger gazing off to sea he said so. Then things...