Word: gracious
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...gracious, my good gracious," laments a homeward-bound G.I. in Brewsie and Willie, "Oh my good gracious, oh my good gracious . . . my good gracious. I just could kind of just cry when I think we all got to scratch around and worry, worry and scratch around, and then those bills, pay everything on the installment plan, and coming in and coming in, oh dear, sometimes I just burst out crying in my sleep, I am older than you boys ... I could just burst out crying...
...stalwart Progressive from Idaho, and decides to marry the scholarly son of a proud Boston family. The Natwicks, far advanced in airy snobbery, give their clever daughter away at a barn party. Seventeen years later Dorothea's beauty is at its height; she presides over half the gracious living in Cambridge and, at its heart, entertains The Little Group of faculty intellectuals...
...eleven, studied under Joseph Szigeti, spent the war staging concerts for the London Philharmonic in 70 provincial towns. As a budding impresario, he always bills himself above his artists. Last week, for another Kostelanetz concert, he modestly gave himself second billing to royalty. His posters read: "In the gracious presence of Her Majesty the Queen, Harold Fielding presents Andre Kostelanetz. . . . " London newspapers sent reporters to write about the Queen-but most of their music critics stayed away...
...their woman. Such concern over villains and their "just deserts' cuts the Marx Brothers out of much of the fun, giving Sig Rumann-labelled for future generations as the typical National Socialist-as many scenes as Groucho, Chico and Harpo together. And unlike Margaret Dumont, the gracious Mrs. Rittenhouse of earlier Marx Brothers triumphs, Rumann is not content to remain a foil, and Groucho must contend with him as both a Nazi and a gag-stealer. Harpo, with a new wig and a slightly more fashionable, belt-trailing polo-coat, does his soulful best, but too often must fade...
...portrait, with two names under it. We hear a tinkling, and then the rapping of bits of metal as the blank yellow is dotted with significant black. We see a wooden chair with a large back, and a midget sitting in this throne of giants. We see a gracious, skillful, friendly leader sitting surrounded by functional and orderly rocks, and thereby are reminded of countless helping hands stretched out behind the closed doors that always opened at the magic words. We feel once more the surge of unmitigated joy of that twilight walk through a Yard that was familiar...