Word: humorously
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Ormandy of lacking "poetry, imagination, subtlety and humor." Two other men resigned in sympathy. Said the orchestra's manager, curly-haired Socialite Alfred Reginald Allen: "Things aren't like they used to be." He resigned too. With its once-remunerative radio dates gone, and its budget badly off balance, outlook for the orchestra seemed squally. Leopold Stokowski preserved his beautiful calm. He purred: "If Philadelphia is solidly behind our orchestra, the disturbing influences can be stopped. If I can do anything to help, I will be so glad." At week's end it looked as though Heavyweight...
...from the lines but from the trucking of Marvin Scaife '39, the impersonations of Bayard Clarke '40, and the exaggerated rhumba of Charles D. Dyer III '39 and Peter Pratt '40 that the play derives its humor. And it must be said that these specialties, and particularly a conversation which John Johansen '39 carries on with a cow, come as a welcome relief from the almost too-perfect, too-beautiful body of the play, which in places occasions the audience a little embarrassment...
Course au Trésor, an attempt to beguile the French with U. S. humor as the movies and radio report it, was a big success from the start, even eliciting a letter from a Ceylon fan asking for a handicap. The 200-franc prize goes to the first arrival with the required objects, usually...
...bewildered, frustrated, dreaming, moodily rebellious Bronx family, caught in economic toils like wet fish in a net. Secret of the play's power is that it is neither orthodox realism nor orthodox social drama, but a series of startling angle shots, a kind of vivid grotesque. Its Jewish humor and pathos spring each from the other's loins. Its people are both more and less than three-dimensional: in their behavior they are often cardboard vaudevillians, but in their speech they are illiterate poets, and in their instincts they can be keen as animals...
Inevitable, apparently, to all such novels is the dash of Latin melodrama at the end. But the book is sharply written, sympathetic without being sentimental; and in conviction, if not in humor, it gains more than it suffers by comparison with Steinbeck's Tortilla Flat, its West Coast counterpart...