Word: gooeys
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...Dijon in the Burgundy wine country. Eight bottling plants have also been opened in other European nations and in North Africa: this year Ricard is contemplating the American market. One problem: Americans, who like ice in their drinks, will discover that it congeals the licorice into a gooey glob...
...secretaries started a zealous campaign to save the great man's artifacts for posterity, Moyers stolidly refused to cooperate, throwing away all L.B.J.-initialed memos, scrawled notes and other Johnsoniana. Finally, after the lady had become persistent, Moyers ceremoniously handed her a bulging brown envelope. Inside was a gooey mess of chicken bones. Deadpanned Moyers: "That's what he had for lunch...
...question of about the same importance now confronts the world of letters: Who wrote the novel that contains this gooey hooey? Jean Harlow wrote it, with the help of an M-G-M journeyman. Completed before Harlow's death, the manuscript has been hidden away for the past 32 years. Published last week in the midst of a harrowing Harlow revival, Today Is Tonight (Grove Press; $5) reads like the first crude script of a Harlow movie-happy but sappy, and crammed with such insights as: "Funny that a man should want you tanned all over." An earnest preface...
...Vienna made me," he says. By that, Hundertwasser means that he embodies in his work all the blend of crumbling worldliness and gooey sensuality of a Linzertorte. Like his native city, which lies on the fringes of the Western world, his work flirts with the Far East, draws from such predecessors as Egon Schiele and Gustav Klimt as well as the tendrilous enticements of Jugendstil or art nouveau. He mingles oils and tempera with gold and silver foil, beeswax, and bits of peat moss and sand to make his almost bitter, labyrinthine pastries...
...cheap sentimentality of the "Our Song" variety ("Play it again, Sam"). But, happily, it's easy to get in the mood for that sort of thing, and both Ingrid Bergman's charm and beauty, and Bogart's biting cynicism raise the film above the level of the ordinary gooey melodrama...