Word: gamut
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...compound was "The Greatest Medical Discovery Since the Dawn of History." To U.S. women tortured by tight corsets and breath-killing clothes, she cooed: "That feeling of bearing down...is always permanently cured by its use." The list of complaints which the compound was supposed to cure ran the gamut from dysmenorrhea to nymphomania. Derisively, some citizens suggested that only one claim remained to be made-"A Baby in Every Bottle." As the Pinkham company grew, however, it dropped some of the more extravagant claims and emphasized the value of the compound as a pain killer. Here, as millions...
...Whole Gamut. Always reaching for more laughs, Berle has even tried stooping for them. At Chicago's Palace in 1933, he broke records for five weeks but he outraged the late Chicago Daily News Critic Lloyd Lewis, who found him a "blab-mouthed, satyr-eyed kid" who "toys with physiology, pathology and pruriency, tossing them about with all the freedom of a delinquent boy." On television, acutely conscious of his juvenile following and of the strait-laced National Broadcasting Co., Berle keeps it clean...
Ever looking upward, Milton tried the legitimate stage. In the 1932 Vanities, the Times's Brooks Atkinson calmly noted in Berle "a certain derivative exuberance." In 1934's Saluta, Atkinson found him running "the whole gamut from vulgarity to grossness" with "immense enthusiasm and no discrimination at all." Since then, Berle's theatrical record consists of two moderate successes (See My Lawyer and the Ziegfeld Follies of 1943) and, most recently, an immoderate flop (Spring in Brazil). He has also flopped several times as a producer and backer. As a producer, he did so much tampering with...
Sweaty Me. The novel is in the form of a diary kept by a solitary scholar in 1932 in a French provincial town. Starting with mild expressions of disgust at existence, the entries run a truly resourceful gamut of the grotesque, the dispiriting, and the desperate. There is not a human being in the book who is not in some way loathsome, and the hyperconsciousness of the diarist soon gets to the point of seeing everything in a light both ghastly and obscene. One of Novelist Sartre's revelations...
...best bock and German food can be found at Jake Wirth's. For lobster dinners, go to the Crimson Lobster House; while the Union Oyster House specializes in the whole gamut of seafood. Steak in all its forms can certainly be found at Lloyd's Steak House, and at Jim Cronin's. If you hanker for an after-dinner liqueur, the Oxford Grille has it; and maniacs who would walk a mile for fish and chips, go to Huck Finn's in Chelsea...