Word: coney
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Ready for the exposition opening last fortnight after a last-minute scramble, the Aquacade got into stride last week. Casino diners saw a show in four scenes-California, Coney Island, Florida and Lake Erie-in which the swimming and diving stars performed and the chorus girls dived like rows of falling dominoes, swam in unison to the music, formed decorative configurations in the water. Between scenes a 40-ft. curtain of water projected by jets at the surface hid the stage. In the final scene Billy Rose (real name: William Samuel Rosenberg) gave vent to his anti-Fascist feelings with...
...just before we reached Genova. When I left it seemed as if the dancers--as against the flower girls--would win. For when their flower fodder gave out they took to throwing booklets and propaganda which, by the way, I found to be about Atlantic City, Yosemite Park and Coney Island! No doubt given to them by the good-hearted Rotarians and Elks who are holding a whoopee convention at Cannes. What would Europe do without the American dollar, jazz, movies and the Elks...
...decommissioned. So he summoned his elder brother down from Yarmouth, got his passengers aboard, tooted his whistle and on a fine Sunday morning, with the sun high in the sky, Obediah (Whitford Kane) and the Happiness set out for their last cruise from Manhattan's 125th Street to Coney Island...
...opening night, Excursion, a comedy compassionate, tender and wise, had taken its place among the stage's rarer offerings, was being compared with that other notable maritime drama, Outward Bound. For by the beginning of Act II- when Obediah and his brother look out on benighted, garish Coney Island and pity the people who so desperately depend on such a place for their fleeting, unfufilling recreation-Excursion begins to take on a modest significance. Why not, says Obediah's slightly pixillated Brother Jonathan, take this doomed little ship and her doomed company and sail for southern seas...
...effort at cinematic art. The effect of the really fine photography tends to be destroyed by overemphasis. Much of the acting is of the strong, silent variety, although not obvious mugging. There is a thunderstorm scene where the lightning blinds you and the sound effects resemble those of a Coney Island Tunnel of Horrors, Yet the final impression is a good...