Word: emeralds
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Wanted (Emerald; Film Classics), as its strident advertisements declaim, is the story of an unwed mother. Ordinarily, when a movie tackles such a delicate subject, it strangles on sobs and special pleading or is scissored to death by censorship. As produced by a new independent unit, organized by Cinemactress Ida Lupino and husband Collier Young, it emerges as an earnest and unadorned account of a tragic problem...
...Angeles has its own brand of magnificence. It is amazingly clean, awesomely spacious. It has ramshackle houses, but in comparison with other big cities, no slums. Its great boulevards wind through miles of windblown trees, bright flowers and sweeping, emerald-green lawns. It is a Western town, with the memory of Deadwood and Virginia City in its bones; in its love of display, its detachment from the past and its obsession with its own destiny, it is simply striking the attitude of the gold seeker and the trail blazer...
...Rita said in one of her rare statements, "I can hardly think. I'm sort of lost in a dream world. When someone asks me a question, I bring myself to and grunt." The word got out that Aly Khan had given her a swell diamond ring, an emerald-cut job. Bar-side reports had it that it was 32 karats-"As big as a belt buckle." (It turned out to be only twelve karats...
...crowd whooped it up so hard that speeches by McCarthy, Texas' Governor Beauford Jester and Cinemactors Pat O'Brien and Leo Carrillo had to be put off until midnight. Rival Houston Hotelman Jesse Jones sat it all out quietly. Dorothy Lamour tried to sing in the Emerald Room, but carefree customers swore into the microphone ("Where the hell's my seat?"), and NBC cut Dottie off the air. Architect Frank Lloyd Wright, sniffing through the hotel, found its long green corridors "depressing," concluded that it was a "tragic . . . imitation [of] Rockefeller Center out here on the prairie...
...also remembering such things as a day when she was a little girl, lying in the grass: "The heat waved over tier hands and face and the air rippled all around her in little rings and circulations of summer tunes. She put out a finger to deflect an emerald beetle climbing a blade of grass and watched it spread its pretty double wings and fly away; there was a long procession of ants running toward an anthill; spiders spun webs; a butterfly opened and closed its wings; the clover, the daisies, the devil's-paint-brush, the sorrel...