Word: dears
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Sato, her husband complains, "cannot afford a high-class beauty shop, and my son must quench his desire for a high-class camera. As for myself, I was once accosted by the madame of a certain bar. She said: '. . . Why do you not come to see me, my dear teacher?'" Professor Sato's answer remains his secret, but his conclusion is edifying. "Professors are not made of wood, but are human beings with blood in their veins. Naturally, they are inclined to put their heads into a cabaret once in a while. And even if they...
...Dear Sir: Thank you for writing. In compliance with your request we are sending you a copy of our winter schedule of programs beamed to North America. If you have any questions about life in the Soviet Union, please let us know. We reply to listeners' questions every Saturday and Sunday in Moscow Mailbag at 9 p.m. EST. We also invite your music requests. Wishing you good listening. Sincerely yours, Radio Moscow I. Petrov, Letters Dept...
When you reported that I had identified "an obscure melody" as Mendelssohn's War March of the Priests [TIME, Feb. i], I must say I was flattered by the inference that my musical knowledge was so eclectic and vast. Dear me, the reason why I knew the name of that tune was because I had marched to it to get my high-school diploma and had for years confused it with Pomp and Circumstance. But once somebody called my attention to the error, and, thank heaven, I profited by the correction-or at least, Brooklyn's Norwegian Children...
...immediate issue was the future of the worker-priests-a vexed question especially dear to the hearts of Catholic liberals and leftists. Nobody paid much attention in 1950 when the Pope went out of his way (in the encyclical Humani Generis) to blow a warning whistle...
...begin to feel like getting out to push. At 119 minutes, this might have been a much better movie than it is at 109. Yet the direction, by Noel Langley, has a real Dickensian rollick, and the acting is stylish, if not brilliant caricature. James Hayter is a dear old tub as Pickwick; Nigel Patrick, as Jingle, makes a properly swagger cheapJack; and Comedienne Joyce Grenfell, as Mrs. Leo Hunter, the aristocratic wreck who holds the "literahry fawncy-dress breakfast," positively improves on the book by revealing when she smiles a dental arch of the sort that no doubt inspired...