Word: crud
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...tries hard, and his swift progression from window washer to chairman of the board is accomplished with such finesse that you scarcely notice the blood on the corpses. The character, in fact, is so basically repulsive that there is probably only one Broadway actor who could turn this despicable crud into the most lovable monster since Barrie's crocodile. That actor has the part...
...front, as if to show that Hamlet had succeeded in rending the (over) elaborate facade of cheerful, orderly civilization that Claudius (with the help of Mr. Benthall) had built around his own rotting soul. This stroke of austerity is the most meaningful--and least pretty--scenic effect that Miss Crud-das has contrived. By some, or no, coincidence, the best acting of the evening occurs around this part of the play...
...like Godfrey's dance, the changes promised more than they delivered. The star left off his familiar earphones, strolled around the studio instead of staying behind his old desk. But Godfrey remained Godfrey: still spouting whatever came into his redhead ("He came down with the crud"), still blinking at the audience like a dyspeptic owl, still relying on eager young entertainers as his guests. As he dipped for contestants' postcards into a huge revolving drum, he made no secret of his disgust with his new giveaway "crap game" ("This is the silliest thing"), grudgingly granted wishes of winners...
...facts . . . However much the Air Force, in its so-called Year I, may hope to hold onto its skilled personnel in larger numbers, it faces a single, simple, unchanging attitude toward re-enlistment in its enlisted ranks-freedom v. institutionalism. Civil life or the same old saluting crud for another four years. We are the freest enlisted men in the world-and even among U.S. services. But . . . not quite free enough. You can re-enlist some of the enlisted men some of the time, but not all of them forever. At least not until Year XXX-1984, that...
...Made it, ch?" He smiled. "I hope you haven't lost your meal ticket." I had been issued a meal ticket, worth 90 cents at the Army Base cafeteria; I hadn't lost it. "That ticket is a good deal," said the private. "That's not for mess hall crud, that's for real food." I thanked him, put on my tie, turned in my forms, and went down to the cafeteria. Ninety cents at the Army Base buys coffee, a lukewarm turkey sandwich, and some chemically yellow lemon meringnopic...