Word: gutterally
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...only neglects to send Maggie, waiting in Panama, the fare to follow him, but also takes up with a night club jade (Dorothy Lamour), in whose room he drunkenly answers the telephone the night Maggie finally arrives. Maggie divorces him. Skid disintegrates. He wobbles back to the gutter, gets turned down when he tries to reenlist, finally gets one more chance to play his trumpet in an orchestra run by a kind-hearted crony (Charles Butterworth). He is on the point of fumbling this assignment also when Maggie, still loyal, reappears, sobers him up enough to render their old specialty...
...Wind have all been of approximately 1,000-page length. Last week Meyer Levin's The Old Bunch (964 pages) gave wrist-weary readers another hefty handful. Aside from actual weight, however, The Old Bunch has less in common with its swollen sisters than with such half-starved gutter rats as James Farrell's Studs Lonigan. Realism of the cheapest dye, Author Levin's tale of Jews in Chicago is not so much a chronicle as chronic narrative. Gentile readers (goyische Lezer to Author Levin) may find themselves oppressed at times by the heavy, strident Jewishness...
...resignedly for the Italians. Alfred Lunt is overflowing with the shrewdness and practicality his part calls for, and if no Middle-Westerner ever heard speech so raucous as his, he has simply gone too far on the right track. Lynn Fontanne is flawless as the London gutter-snipe who, when her hair was red, slept with him in a hotel room in Omaha, and now that her hair is yellow, tells in fine Romanov inflections of her escape from Soviet Russia...
Standing in their way is the Johnson Amendment, which prohibits lending to governments in default of their obligations, but unfortunately there may be legal methods to escape it. The only honest way for Europe to touch our financial reserves again is to climb out of the gutter of default...
...Radcliffe girl makes her own clothes." Here, on the right side of the Cambridge Common, one also makes his own clothes--do the trick. The attire of the Harvard man is as mythical as his accent. The last one in captivity, answering the description, was found lying in the gutter in front of the Statler the last Saturday night of last November. His grey flannels were eight inches from his shoetops, his saddle-back shoes were an oyster gray, and his head showed the latest San Quentin coiffeur. The police thought they were on the right trail until they discovered...