Word: dears
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...only Man that e'er I knew Who did not make me almost spew Was Fuseli: he was both Turk & Jew-And so, dear Christian Friends...
When Junior impressionistically draws a horse in bright reds, Mother will chide: "Everybody knows that horses aren't red, dear. Why don't you paint brown horses?" That attitude is all wrong, thinks William McGonagle, of the Detroit Institute of Arts, who runs art workshops for children. Before he could really teach the youngsters, McGonagle decided two years ago, he would have to educate their par-"ents: he invited mothers and fathers to come along and study art with the kids. This week, completing his third "Family Workshop," in which parents painted, drew and sculpted alongside their grade...
...plot has an immense sallowness, exceeded only by the banality of much of the dialogue. And yet authors Sidney Gilliat and Leslie Bailey rise sometimes to Gilbertian heights of whimsy. ("My dear," coss Gilbert to his wife, "how does it feel to be married to a transcendent genius?") Beginning with their Trial By Jury success and ending with Gilbert's elevation to knighthood after Sullivan's death, the film neatly skirts the high points of the duo's joint career. Instead, it brings to bear the full force of superficial analysis on the dissension that had them taking bows from...
...republic. The tight-drawn ranks bore red, white and blue Nationalist banners, the Stars and Stripes, the pale blue and white of the U.N. Some P.W.s wielded crude, homemade flagstaffs, their jagged points torn from beer cans. A few kept their prison camp basketballs. One clasped a French horn. "Dear anti-Communist comrades," boomed a loudspeaker as the P.W.s neared the edge of freedom, "we have come here to welcome you." The P.W.s called back, "Hsieh, hsieh [Thanks, thanks]," and their voices swelled into the U.N. zone. The loudspeaker told them: "Please come quietly, and be free...
...sunshine, and late into the night, 14,209 Chinese anti-Communists poured across the line. They broke ranks to embrace the welcomers. They passed out mimeographed pamphlets thanking "Dear U.N. honorable fighters" for not letting them go back to Communism. One gaunt P.W. hailed an Irish Franciscan friar he had known in the camps of Koje Island. "That was Kuo Shu-han," the priest said. "Among the men he is a hero. He went into a 1,500-man compound dominated by Communists, and brought out 300 anti-Communists." A middle-aged P.W. thanked a young lieutenant, then broke down...