Word: eves
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...Christmas Eve, 1912, a Monroe boy, Jesse Alexander Helms, married a distant cousin, Ethel Helms. The couple settled, naturally, in Monroe (pop. 3,000 then, 12,700 now). It was a town with five churches, four Republicans, one pool hall and one whorehouse. Helms was a gigantic (6 ft. 5 in.) man who, for a $25 weekly wage, served as both police chief and fire chief. He and Ethel had a prim clapboard house three doors down from the police station. Their second child was born on Oct. 18, 1921. They named him Jesse Alexander...
...always fighting that image too. I just never had the luck to play bitches. Those are the only parts that ever register really." Two bitches she almost played were Blanche du Bois in the Broadway version of A Streetcar Named Desire and Margo Channing in All About Eve. But movie contracts kept her from the first part and a skiing accident from the second, which went to Bette Davis. In A Talent for Murder, Colbert is playing for fun once again, as a witty but alcoholic writer of mysteries whose avaricious family is trying 10 put her away so that...
...Eve Rappaport, 71, and Geetie Strumwasser, 65, who are sisters, have been summering in Atlantic City since they were in diapers. Rappaport's husband died two years ago, but Geetie's husband Lou, 66, whom she met on the beach near by in 1933, is with her now. Lou, who was born in Atlantic City, remembers walking on the girders of Convention Hall, where the Miss America contest is held, when it was being built in the late...
...concern himself with the relationship of man to God, and critics have often used that theme to test an author's seriousness. Then, by shunning love in all of its disguises, he banished another of the four characters of Western literature's primal cast. God was gone, Eve was gone, and Hector had left himself with only Adam and the snake. Yet, rejoicing in that narrow range, he fashioned a comedy of manners that looks to be enduring...
...down day at the Hotel New Hampshire, getting ready for New Year's Eve: I remember that something more pronounced than even the usual weave of silliness and sadness seemed to hang over us all, as if we'd be conscious, from time to time, of hardly mourning for Iowa Bob at all-and conscious, at other times, that our most necessary responsibility (not just in spite of but because Iowa Bob) was to have fun. It was perhaps our first test of a dictum passed down to my father from old Iowa Bob himself...