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Dates: during 1930-1939
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There is plenty of mad, mad fun in Max Liebman and Allen Boretz's new comedy "The Flying Ginzburgs" which Vinton Freedley brought to the Plymouth Thursday night, but unfortunately it isn't always clear just what all the shooting is about. Borrowing heavily from "Three Men on a Horse," "You Can't Take It With You," and "Room Service," this moderately amusing screwball farce is hampered by artificial situations, a surfeit of gags, and some uncomfortable let-downs in the last...
...told how he had once asked a certain Jerry O'Brien who has lived a stone's throw from Harvard for 50 years why he hated the University. "It isn't a question of me hating them," he replied, "it's Harvard hating...
...Vagabond might just as well admit it right now--he is train-whacky. Other people can have their airplanes, their boats, their dogs, their cameras, their movie queens, their horses. But give Vag a train every time. There is something about trains which gets this sentimental old fellow. It isn't the mechanical end that lures him, for he is an awful dud at such things. It must be some bit of the romance and glamor of the "high iron" in his blood. His mother tends to blame it on his Uncle Rome who is a conductor and a mighty...
...most charming moods, chatting gaily about people and occurrences at home which are very interesting and amusing. As she talks Vag looks at her closely. Can this be the little girl he used to go to Sunday School with? And blush with at dancing class? Surety this isn't the same little wretch whose--yes, whose bloomers used to droop so sadly years ago? But it is. She has certainly improved. Vag admits, so on the way out he buys her a huge chrysanthemum. Then, into the Charger--crank, crank. And off to Cambridge--clank, clank. Vag glows. Even...
...showing Harvard to her for there is always plenty to gloat over and to point out pride fully in the Yard. A stranger isn't so quick to notice that some of those glorious trees are now drunkenly askew, propped up like so many old ladies. Strangers are inclined to see only the starched bosom of Widener. And she misses the ugly excavations while dreaming over the calculated simplicity of Memorial Church. Then Vag introduces her to his Yardling friends, Goo-Goo the pigeon and Grumpy the squirrel. They accept her, so she "belongs." Vag is pleased at their approval...