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...predawn darkness. On the flight decks of U.S. carriers, dive-bombers, torpedo planes and fighters are being revved tip. One by one they soar out, their red and green riding lights skimming lower over the shadowy superstructures of a multitude of warships. Gaining altitude they form in flights, circle, flock toward the dark horizon...
...Negro Soldier opens in a Negro church with the sermon of a Negro preacher (Carlton Moss). From its first moment, it is arresting. For the preacher is no Uncle Tom. He does not talk minstrel-show dialect or advise his flock that, for those who bear their afflictions meekly, there will be watermelon by & by, or the Hall Johnson Choir in the sky. He talks sober, unrhetorical English, and before long he is reading aloud (from Mein Kampf) some of Hitler's opinions about those "born half-apes." While he reads, the camera moves among his listeners, quietly contradicting...
...present armed conflict. I know that there have long been in the Republican Party forces which really believe that a political party exists solely for the advancement of private, selfish, material interests, and who would . . . turn back the clock of social progress; that negative and subversive elements flock to the party out of power...
After Dark. Despite their spit & polish, the girls are still girls. The men flock to the Reserves' recreation hall and, when they are not invited, try to crash it. In their barracks, after dark, the girls turn up in ruffly nightgowns, tailored pajamas, housecoats, satin robes and all kinds of footgear, from fancy mules to fleece-lined booties...
...Louis literary magazine. Lily settled down with her new husband in a five-room apartment on a St. Louis side street where the furnishings included an enormous bed of French Empire style, a William & Mary highboy, girandole mirrors, a sofa of beechwood, an upholstered rocker, and "a flock of odds and ends, worthless as antiques, but authentic relics of the ball-fringe, loveseat, blackwalnut, gilded-cattail era of curvature and upholstery. . . ." The strangest quality of Hallelujah is that without specific descriptions Fannie Hurst manages to make this superheated atmosphere quiver with a heavy, middle-aged eroticism. In the St. Louis...