Word: ehs
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Gardener. He is the character who does the moralizing; he is the philosopher whom no one ever listens to. When everyone else has been killed by a death-ray flash-light, he is left on the stage to talk by himself for a good three minutes. A good deal, eh? But now get this--in the first scene the Gardener is an Italian, in the next he has an Irish brogue, then Scottish, then Russian, and, finally--for his last speech he is the Wandering Jew! (Where...
Eleven days later Miss McKenney became the second Mrs. Michael Lyman- "Conway" proving to be only a penname adopted by radical Mike out of deference to his wealthy family ("A scion, eh?" whistled Sister Eileen: "Remind me to look twice at the next New Masses editor we rope in").* The happy couple settled down in Greenwich Village, where life would have been sheer heaven if only the first Mrs. Lyman, who was "tall, willowy and beautiful" and possessed "seven million dollars, strictly in government bonds," hadn't given vent to the "strong streak of dog-in-the-manger...
...Eh Bien . . . Adapted by Whodunit Editor Marcel Duhamel, Pas d'Orchidées pour Miss Blandish was as different from the old Grand Guignol classics as a Tommy gun is from a thumbscrew. Amid knifings and kneeings, kidnaping and murder, the meaty blonde Miss Blandish (Nicole Riche) spent most of two hours in panties and bra, successfully pursued by drooling Gangster Slim Grisson (Jean-Marc Tennberg). A moving touch for Grand Guignol fans: Old Ma Grisson, the boss of the gang, beats Miss Blandish into submission with a rubber hose so that Slim won't be annoyed...
...seats filled and couples in the curtained boxes began to watch the stage again, Carrefour's critic seemed to have caught the audience's mood: "We had a crise de nerfs, we twisted our handkerchiefs, we held on to the arms of our chair . . . Eh bien, la tradition continue...
...pleaded, "my kidneys make me very sore at night. What shall I do?" "Big old fool," snapped Réal, "I am fed up. You have a cancer." He ran from the room shouting to his father: "We are going to have 700 cars Sunday. Money will come in, eh, Papa?" Papa pulled the boy back into the room. Réal then told the woman to pray. As she left, she put a $10 bill in the center of the table...