Word: ers
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...roughhewn Scots Poet Bobbie Burns. It turned out, in fact, that Malenkov had a Soviet edition of Burns in Russian right in his pocket. "A man's a man for a' that, for a' that an' a' that . . . The honest man, tho e'er sae puir, is king of men for a' that." Malenkov read in Russian, while an interpreter provided the Scots burr. "A very friendly man," said Lord Citrine later, "with a deep grasp of English cultural life...
...story by Joseph Fields and Jerome Chodorov) puts all its slightly addled eggs in one basket-the basket of charm. Since they are really all Easter eggs to begin with, the thing works out very well. The whole Southern small-town tale of a lovable, eccentric ne'er-do-ill put on trial for murder has a light pastel daffiness about it, a way of making life look delightfully woozy through wrong-prescription rose-colored glasses...
...throwing monkey wrenches into it. What with the wrong person turning up at the right moment, or the right person at the wrong one, or somebody showing funk or something important disappearing, there is endless gang-aft-agleying, and Someone Waiting seems more an obstacle race than a thrill er. Never believable, in time it becomes something of a bore, and though Leo G. Carroll plays the father with his usual deftness, it is on the audience that he really seems to be taking revenge...
...Mooooo." "Now I'm going to show you something," said the President, after he thanked his friends for their gift. He led them over to the fence of a feed lot where his 18 purebred Aberdeen Angus and two Holstein cattle were chewing their cuds. "Now let 'er go Dick!" he called to his driver Dick Flohr, who was seated in the President's special Crosley runabout. Driver Flohr touched a button and a horn let out a deep "mooooo." While host and guests laughed, the cattle rushed up to answer the call, which the President...
...World ostensibly dealt with Our Heritage but this time its ranging from New Orleans to San Francisco, from Carlsbad Caverns to Canada had a postcard unreality: nothing that the viewer saw seemed to be actually happening. Everything-whether a Cajun picnic or a tour of a three-masted schoon-er-appeared to have been elaborately and ineptly staged for television...