Word: dust
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Dust (Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer) is a rowdy exposition of bed manners on a rubber plantation back of Saigon, French Indo-China. In the persons of Jean Harlow and Clark Gable, impersonating a harlot and a lusty planter, two predatory carnivores are brought together, happily rend each other...
Given Red Dust's brazen moral values, Gable & Harlow have full play for their curiously similar sort of good-natured toughness. The best lines go to Harlow. She bathes hilariously in a rain barrel, reads Gable a bedtime story about a chipmunk and a rabbit. Her effortless vulgarity, humor and slovenliness make a noteworthy characterization, as good in the genre as the late Jeanne Eagels' Sadie Thompson. Noteworthy too is the fake jungle, a marvel of impenetrability...
...conclusion, when the dust has settled on the five gridirons where Harvard's five major opponents are today playing, it is only natural that a better estimate can be made of their strength. But at the moment Harvard, with its preponderance of backfield material and its splendid A team line, looks like the best bet of the six teams to come through the season with a whole skin. Coach Casey in his second year with the Varsity has the advantage of not having to worry over what men he should put in the first team, but rather which players...
...nervous villain in a melodrama, had been through the Yankee line-up once, pitching carefully, without allowing a hit. At the start of the fourth. Bush walked Combs. made Scwell ground out, frowned darkly when Ruth hit a whistling single to right. Gehrig, stamping his feet on the caked dust, waited till the count was two balls and two strikes. His bat met the next pitch, a Bush screwball, squarely. The ball traveled into the screaming right field bleachers for a homerun...
...admission that more are still to come. But in the case of David Herbert Lawrence these two books are the windup of his literary affairs. Any further remarks from the tomb can hardly affect his reputation one way or the other. Until the critic grave-robbers begin digging his dust (as his so-called friend John Middleton Murry did last year: TIME, May 4, 1931),* he and his works are now finished...