Word: glib
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Chief Paul Miller, who played the story solemnly: "The Globester took off for Tripoli at 12:30 a.m." Funnyman Fred Othman was only slightly funny for the U.P.: "Hand me down my white burnoose, light the incense and call the dancing girls." I.N.S. sent Inez Robb, Hearst's glib, grey go-girl, who had to admit there wasn't much to write about: "We are well on the way to establishing the alltime record of circumnavigating the globe without seeing anything...
...were excited at the prospect of seeing their fathers and mothers again. But five years of chewing U.S. gum, watching U.S. ball games and listening to Frank Sinatra had left their mark. Many had lost their childhood accents, and all had achieved a glib mastery of U.S. slang. Said twelve-year-old Norman Whitehead, after a final subway ride and ice-cream binge: "I'm going to tell my parents that I painted the town red-that will defeat them...
Artie and his glib earthiness are frequently amusing. (He rebels at standing "the thoid inspection in three days . . . I got enough to do to keep me truck clean without bothering too much about me person.") His weekly appearance in Yank was a popular one. But untraveled civilians who try to read 51 of his adventures at a sitting will find the laughs wearing thin. Author Brown himself puts a finger on the weakness of his book as civilian entertainment when he notes that Artie's "character was appreciated by those who were living with someone like him and listening...
...Koestler observes in his new book of essays-see BOOKS: ". . . that those particular Germans committed those particular crimes was proved by no other evidence than their own confession.") And the extraordinarily full, frank admissions of the accused Germans are even more mystifying, to a Western mind, than the equally glib confessions of the Russians accused, some years ago, in the Moscow purge trials...
...thing the News forgot to tell its readers: how Jimmy Walker felt about it. That skinny, glib, ingratiating Irishman, who at 63 still looks like an aging musi-comedy juvenile, has rung up many a useful dollar since he left the mayor's office in a hurry in 1932, just as graft investigations by Judge Samuel Seabury and Governor Franklin Roosevelt were getting uncomfortably close to him. Next week Jimmy's $20,000-a-year contract as "impartial Czar" of the cloak-&-suit industry runs out, but he already has another job, the presidency of a new phonograph...