Word: cryptics
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...dissonances could kill-and be beamed 3,500 miles-the halls of Berchtesgaden would ring with Adolf Hitler's death yells. Last week the Albert Einstein of music, sad-eyed Composer Arnold Schönberg, took artistic revenue on the man who in 1933 swept him and his cryptic music from the concert halls of the Third Reich. The revenge: a recitation based on the booming rhetoric of Byron's Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte, with string orchestra accompaniment by the New York Philharmonic...
...lines have been neatly tailored to her talents. They include such easy lines of cryptic folk poetry as "Was ya ever bit by a dead bee?" An even easier line, sure to bring down any decently vulgar house, is her comment on Bogart's second, emboldened kiss: "It's even better when you help." Besides good lines, there are good situations and songs for Newcomer Bacall. She does a wickedly good job of sizing up male prospects in a low bar, growls a louche song more suggestively than anyone in cinema has dared since Mae West...
...Albania, on the islands of Dalmatia, inched into Greece. From two sides of the Balkan massif, Europe's two greatest powers were approaching a junction in the Balkans. Waiting at this mountainous meeting place of empires was a man who had newly risen into political history after a cryptic lifetime in the political underground: Yugoslavia's Marshal Josip Broz Tito. Tossed up suddenly in the slipstream of military and political movements, he was as little familiar to most of the western world as the lands he defended. But his two years of constant guerrilla warfare with the Germans...
...vanished on the day the Gestapo tried to pick him up. This might be a sign of the extent and organization of the anti-Nazi group. But in the dissolving nightmare of the Nazi Götterdämmerung, Goerdeler's disappearance could just as well be a cryptic Nazi dodge to serve some cryptic Nazi purpose...
...there was cold, gracious Grodek (Victor Francen), who described himself as "an employer of spy labor." He was writing a biography of St. Francis. In Athens there was bulbous, unctuous Mr. Peters (Sydney Greenstreet). Mr. Peters was also in Belgrade and Paris. And everywhere there were whispers of a cryptic organization called the Eurasian Credit Trust, whose headman turned up for a climax of blackmail and gunfire, with Mr. Peters gasping his life out on a mess of thousand-franc notes. By then Author Leyden had gathered more "material" than he bargained...