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...year is 1931. Actress Harris, as Sally, is a café singer of doubtful merit but nothing else about her merits any doubt. She is an amoral Junior Mistress with green fingernail polish, a nymph in sheet's clothing. She drinks Prairie Oysters (one raw egg, one dash Worcestershire sauce) for breakfast, stirs her gin with vast quantities of sentimentality. Down and out, Sally meets young Christopher Isherwood, a struggling author. He offers to share his apartment with her. In gratitude, she asks: "Shall we have a drink first, or shall we go right to bed?" But Isherwood...
...Prize (by Ronald Alexander) is a modern-style romantic comedy about a bachelor boss and his young secretary. That is to say, it is never for a moment soppily romantic: against a sophisticated Manhattan background, with flecks of satiric nonsense in the air, the parties concerned keep sex at fingernail's distance in the process of arriving at marriage. There is also a modern-style fillip to the plot: by way of a TV program, the secretary becomes her boss's boss for a day-and starts him off mixing the drinks, cleaning the apartment and doing...
...fingernail grip on Broadway in the Theatre Guild's Garrick Gaieties, and was seen briefly in a 1931 flop called Company's Coming. But Broadway, like everything else, was sliding into the Depression. Drawing on all her confidence and energy, Ros got a job with Wee & Leventhal, who operated a cut-rate theatrical circuit covering such Broadway outposts as Brooklyn, Newark and Philadelphia. Her salary was $45 a week, but she more than doubled it by playing better pinochle than Producer Leventhal on their inter-city train rides...
Babe stalks the fairway with a conscious sense of theater. She flips king-size cigarettes into the air and catches them nonchalantly in her mouth, then lights her match with her fingernail. Her hawkish, sun-toughened face is frozen for the most part in a thin-lipped mask, but she knows when to let go a wisecrack. When one of her tremendous drives sails out of bounds, she turns to the crowd and explains, "I hit it straight but it went crooked...
...split logs, using a wedge and a sledge, at their St. Regis, Mont, farm when something struck her in the abdomen. Last week, when Mrs. Johnson's baby girl arrived (by Caesarean section), doctors found nothing wrong with the baby except a steel splinter, as big as a fingernail, stuck in her scalp. Now she is doing fine...