Word: floridity
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...Dilling looked coldly at her codefendant, peppery Mrs. Lois de Lafayette ("T.N.T.") Washburn, who favored delighted photographers with a stiff-armed Nazi salute. Florid, convivial Edward James Smythe, onetime speaker at Bund and Ku Klux Klan rallies, held up proceedings for two days while FBI agents were sent to fetch him, spluttering indignantly, from a fishing trip near the Canadian border. There were also George Deatherage, founder of the Knights of the White Camellia; Howard Victor Broenstrupp, alias the Duke of St. Saba, alias Count Cherep-Spiridovich, etc. Nine of the defendants were already interned or in jail. They arrived...
...rose Kansas' florid-faced Senator Clyde Reed, 72, ranking Republican on the Post Office Committee, to demand how it was that private letters were read on the floor of Congress. He referred to the violet-scented correspondence between greying, blue-eyed Vivien Kellems, the Connecticut manufacturess of cable grips, and Count Frederick von Zedlitz, a Nazi engineer in Argentina. The letters had been read into the Congressional Record fortnight ago by Washington's New Dealing John M. Coffee (TIME, April...
...cardinal principle upon which the Wrigleys have always operated came from Phil's father, the late William Wrigley Jr. Florid Supersalesman Wrigley founded the business in 1891, talked gum policy to his serious-minded son from the time he was six and said he wanted to go into the business. As Phil puts the Wrigley principle now: "My father used to feel that if you were used to doing things a certain way, that was reason enough to change...
...Florid, terrible-tempered James Andrew Moffett, 58, a crown prince of the Rockefeller Empire until he retired, last fall, from California Standard and Texas Co., last week spearheaded the biggest down-with-Ickes campaign that has hit terrible-tempered Harold in a month of Sundays...
Jane Eyre (20th Century-Fox) is a florid, somewhat disappointing cinemadap-tation of Charlotte Bronte's story about the long-suffering governess who finally marries Edward Rochester (Orson Welles), the melancholic and irascible squire with the mad wife. There is little success in capturing the Brontean intensity of atmosphere and of character which should have made the novel a natural screen romance. As Jane, Joan Fontaine is too often merely tight-lipped and pale-perhaps because Orson Welles so seldom gives her reason to be anything else. His Rochester is fairly amusing as a period...