Word: humanities
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Artists are seldom modest folk. They have enough troubles without trying to bridle the human vanity that, likely as not, feeds their art. But 47-year-old Painter Isabel Bishop is an exception to the rule. "Sometimes I think I've got nerve," she cries, waving her long bony hands in the air, "to paint...
Breeding Place. Although they no longer suffered from typhoid themselves, they were human breeding grounds for typhoid germs, could pass the disease on to others.* The only treatment then known was the removal of the gall bladder (where typhoid germs often breed), an expensive and disagreeable operation that did no good if other organs such as the intestines had also become breeding places...
...like to think of banking," said Bank President Tony Burton in John P. Marquand's Point of No Return, "as . . . the most basically human business that there is in the world." Last week, Tony Burton got some backhanded support for his assertion from the FBI's Inspector Lee R. Pennington, who investigates bank frauds. Addressing a conference of the National Association of Mutual Savings Banks in Washington, Pennington said that most of last year's frauds (total lost: $3,000,000) were traceable to some fairly common human failings: gambling, drink, women. High living, big debts...
When it comes to the why of Barbara's plight, however, the movie goes rapidly to pieces. Like most Hollywood efforts to pin Freudian labels on human weakness, this one clutters a fairly reasonable plot with murky gibberish...
This skein is thoroughly tangled from the moment Character Wylie comes down to lunch brooding about cancer and finds the botanist's wife, name of Yvonne, who is brooding over Kinsey's Sexual Behavior in the Human Male. Wylie quickly recognizes her as "a nice bitch . . . with a father complex" and wins her sympathy by telling her what unkind reviews TIME gives his books. Yvonne tells Wylie all about her experience in the conservatory...