Word: dark
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Live Linen") Marshall approximately $85,000. At the start of the 1937 football season, Owner Marshall, fed up with perpetual deficits in Boston, moved his franchise and his team to Washington where he could give it his personal attention. His only major change in personnel was the addition of dark, drawling Sam Baugh, No. 1 footballer at Texas Christian University last year. With the showmanship which has put Mr. Marshall's glittering laundry depots all over town, he organized a 55-piece band which he dressed like Indians. He bustled around to his influential friends in Washington and persuaded...
...Actors Richard Cowdery and Richard Baer. It also enjoyed the minor accidents incidental to a Triangle Show first night: hats falling off sighing lovers, and dummy legs falling off hobbyhorses, a mob scene's mob missing its cue, spotlights searching frantically for actors bravely singing in the dark...
...streets is Jackie Cooper. A piping Skippy at 8, he is now 14, passes, with adolescent gruffness, for 16 in the film. Trying to get away from the slums, Jackie gets involved with gangsters, and when he finds little honor among thieves, joins the Navy. Meanwhile, a dark-eyed benefactress (Kathleen Burke) pretties up one of the tenements, brightens the lives of the boy's down-at-heels father (Guy Usher), his toneless, defeated mother (Marjorie Main) and the little girl in the next flat (Maureen O'Connor), who sings pathetic songs in the voice of a younger...
...aunt, had a better idea: to install her as hostess at the British Embassy at Washington, where her father was now British Ambassador. Skillful wangling won the consent of Queen Victoria, President Garfield's wife, balky U. S. Cabinet members' wives. A sensation from the start, dark, blue-eyed, naïve Victoria, with her heavy French accent and "marvellously curving mouth," did in Washington "exactly what she liked with everybody...
...house Writs Hotel. Half-blind, bedridden, living in pigsty disorder, she stayed up half the night filling gaily bound notebooks with illegible maxims intended to be sold at Woolworth's. A typical letter of her last days reels off to her daughter a fearful jeremiad of grievances, dark suspicions, comments on the latest trunk murder, cries out: "Oh! how I admire that man Hitler!" She was, said Kipling, "the most wonderful person I have ever met. ... It is outside all my experience, and of a type to which I know no duplicate...