Word: heart
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Novelist Charles Yale Harrison may flaunt his return to heavy cigarette smoking after a serious coronary attack at the age of 49-if he wishes-in his book Thank God for My Heart Attack . . . However, great harm may come from TIME's blithe presentation [May 23] of Harrison's stand to millions of readers, without inserting some hint of the possible dangers involved...
Colorado Territory (Warner) sets long-legged Joel McCrea to work on an old plot in a handsome new location. This time McCrea is an outlawed train robber with a price on his head and the hope in his heart of becoming a simple rancher. Like many a sagebrush Robin Hood, McCrea is bad only because he is good. He stakes a couple of settlers (Dorothy Malone and Henry Hull) to the cost of a new well, and, to feather the nest of a sick buddy, agrees to stick up just one more train. As helpers, he has a gang...
...well-being at home, listened patiently to his erudite rumblings, and entertained her employer in dialect that Amos 'n' Andy would consider extravagant. In his New York office, shapely Tally, possessor of a delightful A-to-B cultural range, was in charge. Richard's heart, however, belonged to Zoe Else, a New York psychiatrist whose attractions were heightened by a familiarity with Bartlett's Familiar Quotations that was almost as inclusive as his own. In spite of verbal protestations of physical and emotional fireworks on both sides, their affair never climbed above the level...
Despite the barriers to its pictures abroad, Hollywood could take heart in another statistic: 72% of the feature films on the world's screens were U.S.-made. The U.S. share of showings dipped lowest (47%) in the Far East, where stiff competition was offered by British distributors and a revived Japanese film industry. It was highest, at 98%, in British Honduras. The rate in the U.S. itself...
...must have withered fast, because his family scarcely noticed him at all for the next few months. He was always somewhere around, though-in his wife's way, under the florist's feet, beneath the caterer's contempt-with his hand in his wallet and his heart in his mouth...