Word: faults
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...after two weeks of combing the Square, students have taken to beating their neighbors to Widener in the morning to snatch one of the two copies of their assigned books off the reserved shelf. The shortage, and in some cases, non-existence of required college texts, is not the fault of any one particular group, and can be attributed in large part to rapid demobilization, causing an unexpectedly high enrollment during the spring and summer terms. In spite of the fact that publishers are now fully awake to the unprecedented demand, local book dealers do not expect any marked improvement...
...short, if the monopoly in theory becomes a monopoly in fact, and the West does not get cheaper steel, it will be Tom Clark's fault...
Perhaps Clark's greatest asset is his personal charm, his biggest failing an insatiable appetite for publicity. (Once, during a concert in Salzburg, he suddenly appeared in his box bathed in bluish light while the orchestra played ruffles & flourishes.) But he has managed to turn even this fault to good use. Whenever the Russians are too adamant he calls in the boys of the press. He has found that Moscow is sensitive to U.S. and world public opinion; on occupation matters-such as Russia's recent-land-grab attempt in Burgenland-the Reds sometimes bow to hostile press...
...Stomach. Sacheverell looked, says his brother, much as Henry VIII must have looked as a child: "broad face, green eyes and tawny hair." Edith was already "gothic" in aspect, gawky, nervous, dressed in expensive but "disfiguring" garments. She was nagged eternally by her mother, who was "always cruelly finding fault with her in front of other people." At 14 Edith's sensibilities had become so acute that she vomited on hearing John Philip Sousa conduct his brass band in London's Albert Hall...
Despite lavish sets and a horde of turbaned, five o'clock shadowed extras, "A Night in Casablanca" is a funny picture, but far below the capacities of the Brothers Marx. Its primary fault lies not in the plot, but that there is a plot at all, which, vaguely, concerns a group of post-war Nazis and their attempt to transfer stolen European loot to South America. Director Archie Mayo, evidently a man with a conscience, turns his three charges into fumbling sleuths, who, finally, get their man, if not their woman. Such concern over villains and their "just deserts' cuts...