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...material as theatrical hootch; it spells out every sentence and then adds exclamation points. Causes are forgotten in the passion for effects; a vision of Hell dwindles into a Grand Guignol. Elia Kazan has directed the play vividly as a theater piece; he doubtless could not help adding glare to what cries out for shade...
From its beginning in 1932, Polaroid's bread & butter was photographic equipment and sunglasses. Soon he was making other glare-free devices-binoculars, desk lamps and railroad-car windows. Later, he brought out the phenomenally successful Polaroid Land Camera (TIME, May 30, 1949), which prints pictures within a minute after they are snapped. Last year, on sales of $13,400,000, up 45% in a year, Polaroid netted...
...Friday afternoon, a motor hearse rolled to the ornate House of the Trade Unions. There, where Lenin lay in state in 1924, the neatly arrayed remains of Joseph Stalin were placed. In sallow, impassive dignity, Stalin's body lay in the glare of spotlights, the huge grey head resting on a silken pillow, the chest of his simple, military tunic adazzle with medals and ribbons; others glinted on a pillow laid at the foot of his bier. Through the great hall floated the sickish scent of massed flowers, from Peking and all the conquered capitals of Eastern Europe, from...
...Helsinki, Millionaire Shipowner Antti Wihuri, frightened by the sudden glare of publicity, tried to decide whether he should risk his ship and the wrath of the West by ordering the Wiima on, or break his contract with the Communists by ordering her to cancel delivery. At week's end, distraught Owner Wihuri fled to the privacy of a hospital bed, insisting as he went that the cargo which the Wiima took aboard in Red Rumania really wasn't aviation oil, but domestic oil for the lamps of China. "That's what it says in my contract...
Crowds lined the corridors of New York County Courthouse and murmured as Anastasia strode through. He stared at them with hard contempt-and at the attendants who held them back and at the glare of flashbulbs touched off by his entrance. As a witness he was relaxed and polite. With pudgy fingers he smoothed his suit, touched his conservative black necktie. He was, he said in the hoarse voice of illiteracy and command, a dress manufacturer. Then, save for a few innocuous questions, he quit answering. He departed as imperiously as he had entered...