Word: goodnesses
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...come until the 19th century, with stemwinders like Henry Ward Beecher of Brooklyn and Phillips Brooks of Boston. Clyde Fant of the First Baptist Church in Richardson, Texas, a former homiletics teacher, notes that even then folks found fault with the state of the pulpit. "Where are the good preachers?" asks Fant. "Right where they've always been -few and far between." By most accounts, the 20th century giant was Harry Emerson Fosdick, who died...
...when she was polishing the brass-Davies at first set out to be a lawyer. He switched to his present vocation only after working his way through the philosophical skepticism of the logical positivists rampant at Cambridge University when he was there. He arrived in the U.S. for good in 1952, and has preached in Chicago for 18 years. As a preacher, he tries to translate the Gospel into the idiom of today, so that "the Bible comes alive and the Christian faith is made believable." One way that Davies makes the Bible come alive during his sermons...
...even laughs at her own pretensions to stardom. She announces that she is "a screen star, in the tradition of Shirley Temple, Liv Ullmann and Miss Piggy." When the audience good-naturedly boos one of her jokes, she exclaims: "The crowd turns on the diva. [Pause] But the diva doesn't care!" Her singing, much of it done with three saucy young women called the Harlettes, is no threat to Streisand, or even Minnelli. But it bursts with feeling-almost too much for mere lyrics to express...
...pair's fights became almost epic in scope. "I liked a good fight like he did," Midler recalls. "But I didn't like any one to fight back, and he fought much harder than I did." She left him and fled to Paris for three months in 1974, only to return for several more rounds. The knockout came last February, and Bette dropped Russo as her manager...
Contrary to cliché, Hollywood does not manufacture dreams; it preserves them in strips of celluloid that promise eternal life. Hollywood embalms desire. Hollywood is a necropolis lined with deities made to appear more beautiful and menacing than they really are. Hollywood, In short, is a good read, even when encountered in Moviola, an overwrought, eulogistic novel about the film business. The book is a greenhorn-to-mogul saga with cameo performances by great stars of the distant and recent past. There is even a bit part for Thomas Alva Edison, without whose inventive genius...