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...sunshine went unanswered. England's' wheat was a rain-beaten tangle. Under the headline "The Afflictions of Thy People," a London Daily Express bulletin read like a litany of the counties, intoned over drowned hopes: "Norfolk: . . . Corn in stook too wet to be carted. Hopes run low. Devon: Crops ruined; corn sprouting. Somerset: Corn lands waterlogged. . . . Hertfordshire: Fields are as squelching as in winter. . . . Surrey: Position serious. Crops deteriorating daily. . . . Suffolk: No work is possible. . . . Yorkshire: East Riding farmers have worked after sunshine and a drying wind, but general situation is still serious. Oxfordshire: . . . Unless weather improves...
Miss Ireland (Eleanor Graham) brought to Manhattan from the old country the solid advantages that had won her a monopoly of the title for six years, then trotted off to a little Pennsylvania town named Devon to visit her father. She would go back to Manhattan to model right away...
...great speech: But if the cause be not good, etc. Olivier puts it in the mouth of a slow-minded country boy (Brian Nissen). The boy's complete lack of cynicism, his youth, his eyes bright with sleepless danger, the peasant patience of his delivery, and his Devon repetition of the tolled word die as doy, lift this wonderful expression of common humanity caught in human war level with the greatness of the King...
Uncounted weeks in action had made Pfc. Devon Hunsaker a ragged, unshaven, mud-caked infantryman.Slogging wearily back from the lines north of Davao last week, dreaming of his home in Utah, he saw a vaguely familiar face in the column of replacements moving forward. "What's your outfit, buddy?" he asked. "Thirty-first Infantry," said the newcomer, and moved on. A quarter of a mile later, Private Hunsaker slapped his thigh and exclaimed: "I knew I had seen that guy before. He's my brother...
...adapted from her own novel by Ilka Chase, produced by John C. Wilson) is terribly modern, frightfully modish and stupefyingly dull. Playwright Chase has hand-tailored for Actress Chase the role of Devon Elliott, a manufacturer of haunting perfumes. Devon's career is notable, her lure considerable, but her life somehow becomes a champagne bucket of ashes. Her husband loves her, yet leaves her; her refugee swain loves her, yet has a girl in every flat. Seeking to blend Park Avenue with poignancy, brittle talk with amorous bruises, In Bed We Cry is much less a slice of life...