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Word: fluff (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Failing Fluff. In other words, a meaningful figure for a given season's profit or loss can only be determined some five or ten years later-not five or ten days before the season's end. A more immediate index is the attendance figures, which can be presented in almost complete form. Attendance this year has fallen off 8/10 of 1% from last year. It has not significantly changed over the past decade...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Broadway: Dear Me, the Sky Is Falling | 6/7/1963 | See Source »

...Boys from Syracuse. This can't be fluff because it unreels so well­even if it has been 24 years since Abbott, Rodgers and Hart opened it on Broadway, after purloining the mistaken-identity story line from William Shakespeare's Comedy of Errors. Song and skin­but no sobs, no sorrows, no sighs...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: May 10, 1963 | 5/10/1963 | See Source »

...lyrical first stanza, in which Shade as a boy gazes at reflections in a window, is one of the best: I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff-and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Russian Box Trick | 6/1/1962 | See Source »

...situation comparable to your kid brother's meeting Khrushchev at the Summit. Admit it. Your kid brother couldn't end the Cold War. Miss Fay, however, very nearly brings off her role with eclat. As it is, she has enough poise and charm to cover up an occasional fluff or to make you forget the juicy lines she lets slip by from lack of rehearsal. One might also excuse her tedious movements and lack of stage business for the same reasons, but the fault lies not in Pat Fay but in director Richard Greenbaum...

Author: By Raymond A. Sokolov jr., | Title: Cat on a Hot Tin Roof | 4/13/1962 | See Source »

...spoiled brats that we are, we have come to expect more than a big ball of fluff when we see a show. Lute, Flute is a revue, of course, and it would be unfair to expect it to be fraught with meaning for our time. But as authors, Mr. Morey and Mr. Paul have consistently gone for the easy laugh. Somebody says "Barry Goldwater," and the audience breaks up, the way people used to at the mention of Brooklyn; and everybody feels great because he's in on the joke. But the situation is rarely exploited; brilliant ideas for scenes...

Author: By Michael S. Lottman, | Title: Lute, Flute, Lyre, and Sackbut | 2/24/1962 | See Source »

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