Word: cottone
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Beethoven's Third (Eroica) Symphony. Occasionally during the softer passages, a siren wailed or a bulldozer could be heard working away at Manila's rubble. Beads of perspiration tipped Dr. Zipper's sharp nose. In the first row sat Mrs. Douglas MacArthur, in a pink cotton frock.. Also present was the Symphony's president, Mrs. Benito Legarda, a handsome Philippine woman who hid the Society's instruments and scores from the Japs...
Born in 1771, the son of a farmer, Owen yearned to see the world. At ten, he be came a clerk in McGuffog's drapery shop at Stamford, England. There, lost in thought amid the bolts of cotton, he "began to see sectarianism as the root of evil. He noticed the conjugal bliss of his employers, that although Mrs. McGuffog went to High Church and Mr. McGuffog to Low Church, they drank water from the same well and the water was not poisoned...
...should men be split asunder by abstruse considerations, such as the nature of the body of Jesus Christ?" Obsessed with dreams of a happier world, Owen was nonetheless practical enough to become part owner of a cotton mill at New Lanark in Scotland. There Owen practiced his preaching, "to show that man is the best of all possible ma chineries, a being responsible to the best care." Owen's partners watched his experiments patiently, but bathtubs, school rooms, shorter hours, little mill children clustered lovingly about an owner, and "other airy projects" were too much for them. They presented...
...same on the cotton fields and in the stunned cities between Warm Springs and Washington, while the train, at funeral pace, bore the coffin up April's glowing South in re-enactment of Whitman's great threnody...
Wasted is the word for the performances of Joseph Cotton, Ginger Rogers, and Spring Byington in this motion picture. Miss Byington is perfect as the understanding mother of, unfortunately, Miss Temple; Miss Rogers pertrays an extremely difficult role, with great skill, although one begins to have difficulty imagining her as twentyish. Cotten has perhaps the only worthwhile scene in the film: a five-minute psychoneurotic's battle with himself for control of his mind, and he does it with unbelievable dignity and power...