Word: dawning
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Possessed (Warner) gets off to an exciting start with some suspenseful shots of a dazed derelict (Joan Crawford) wandering the streets of a great city at dawn, in search of a man named David. When she collapses, Miss Crawford is taken to a psychopathic ward. By the time the psychiatrist's drugs loosen her locked tongue enough to tell her story, Joan's desperate beauty and her fine, florid movie personality have aroused an intensity of interest which only a top grade picture could satisfy...
...Mark Ethridge made a realistic appraisal: "I have always felt that those who said [the Tribune's] great hold came from comic strips and other features were wrong: it possesses an animal vigor. . . ." Out of the side of its mouth, the Tribune proudly accepted the tribute: "Comes the dawn. It ain't Orphan Annie. It's the hair on our chest." The editorial staff has a talent for translating the Colonel's often pompous edicts into gutty, readable prose...
Typically, Jinnah wanted to eat the cake of Moslem separatism, and have the cake of Hindu manpower. Pakistan, said his mouthpiece Dawn, should have all troops now stationed in the northern and eastern commands (most of the troops, including Hindus and Sikhs, are in those areas). Even a division along communal lines, which Jinnah might consistently have asked for, would wreck the Army at a crucial time when Britons are pulling out, leaving many half-trained reserves in lower echelons, a drastic shortage of officers...
Every summer for more than half a century, artists-professional and amateur-from all over North America have come down the winding, bumpy, narrow road to Peggy's Cove, 35 miles southwest of Halifax, on Nova Scotia's granite coast. From dawn to dusk they have painted the surf smashing against the rocks and the jumble of houses, tumbledown fishing shacks, crooked wharves, dories, fish barrels and lobster pots that line the coast. Many go away at summer's end in agreement with Halifax Artist William E. Degarthe, who says: "A person who doesn't feel...
...their success or failure as satanic agents since the last meeting and had finished feasting (usually on a sheep stolen from a farmer), the Master took up his reed pipe and led them in a riotous dance, which ended in a sexual orgy lasting "until the first light of dawn broke up the meeting...