Word: fleshed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...corners of a Manhattan gallery, eerie creatures of wrinkled plaster and bronze stalked or stood like forlorn little Whiffenpoofs that had somehow lost their way. Slender as spindles, they vaguely resembled men & women emaciated and stretched to the snapping point. They bore themselves with a fragile grace; but their flesh was pitted and pocked, as if the crusted plaster had been dabbed on in a single feverish instant...
...strength of Other Voices Other Rooms, Novelist Capote is safe from smothering in laurels. The book is a literary contrivance of unusual polish, better than the brightly ghostly short stories that gave its author a minor reputation. But it is immature and its theme is calculated to make the flesh crawl...
...Poverty brooded threatens and failures multiply," brooded Novelist-turned-Scenarist Rupert Hughes, in a thoughtful piece for Variety. "There is no laughter left. The whips of scorn make the naked flesh wince and the bruised pariah cower and slink. . . . These are cloudy days for the motion picture world. And it is a world. A new world. But, like other worlds, it revolves from night to day and back to night and back to day again and again...
Henry Wallace as a dissenter, the thorn in the flesh of complacent conservatism, has been performing a function that is socially useful even if somewhat upsetting to his onetime associates in the Democratic Party. As a Presidential candidate, he has laid himself open to another kind of criticism. Even if his sincerity is beyond question, there may be some doubt that he has chosen the most politically expedient method of achieving his ends...
...Clayberg) was riding a range as fabled as Pecos Bill's. The liege lord of all the King ranches and all the King ranchers was winding up the great fall roundup on his many pastures. With his hard-riding vaqueros, amid the dust and acrid smell of burning flesh, Bob Kleberg threaded his horse in & out of the milling hundreds of cherry-red cows and their calves. Lean-faced, gimlet-eyed, with the brim of his Stetson hat upswept in King Ranch fashion, Bob Kleberg told his vaqueros with swift gestures and quick Spanish phrases which cattle...