Word: holidaying
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...spirit of the American tradition, Boston celebrated Washington's Birthday with "open-house" automobile shows patriotically presented by local car dealers. With advertisements which tried to remind customers of Washington's legacy to the auto industry, the auto salesmen invited buyers to use their leisure holiday hours to inspect Detroit's latest magnificent arrivals...
...Holiday for Lovers (by Ronald Alexander) concerns a well-heeled Minneapolis family's first trip to Europe. Beginning in Manhattan, the Dean family and the play move from one hotel suite to another (Manhattan, Paris, Seville, Rome, Paris). Father, despite a heart of gold, is a bit Babbitty, short-tempered and over-possessive of his two daughters; Mother Knows Better and, between visits to Dior and Balenciaga, smooths things out; one daughter acquires a pianist and the other a painter. The usual names are on the Deans' list-the Sistine Chapel, the Catacombs, the Louvre; Mr. Dean...
...Holiday for Lovers is not just a carefully guided tour of a play, it is a no less carefully chaperoned one. On occasion Playwright Alexander can make tart enough remarks, but always in Holiday for Lovers actions speak softer than words. There are no real family rows or fatherly rages, only mention of them. Even where-and it is never for long-Playwright Alexander casts a satiric eye on the characters, he keeps a concerned one on the audience. He at least uses no come-ons: even in Paris, even among the easel-and-keyboard set, far from resisting temptation...
...Ameche and Carmen Mathews make exceedingly likable parents, and at its best, Holiday for Lovers is bright, amiable and even passingly witty. But as the play has no ribs, so the satire has no guts. Afraid to scratch even the surface, Playwright Alexander just gently pats...
...feature writer (1927-32) for the old New York Sun, whose sonorous tones and rich sealed-in sen'timentalism brought him millions of listeners at his peak; of lung cancer; in St. Petersburg, Fla. Hill at his chestnut-stuffed best: "Indiana! How often in this holiday season the thoughts of an exiled son have turned back affectionately to the old state! Aromas more wonderful than the perfumes of Araby. Thrilling hints of the feast to come . . . Unbearable suspense . . . the glad trooping to the dining room to wait until grandma in black silk and white lace is seated...