Word: joans
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...doing as a war industry. . . . We saw the picture last night. . . . It catered to one of our most grievous needs: there were lovely American girls in it. But an uneasiness crept over us early. When the hero came out of the Canteen with Joan Leslie . . . and stood staring at the beautiful car likewise awaiting his pleasure, the guy sitting next to me called, "Watch out, buddy-it's a booby-trap...
Charles Chaplin, relaxing between trials on paternity charges brought by Joan Berry, found himself in the headlines again: a bill was introduced in the U.S. Senate directing the Attorney General to find out whether the British-born actor could be deported as an undesirable alien on charges of immorality. The bill's sponsor: North Dakota's lone wolf Senator William Langer, who had been charged with "moral turpitude" but was acquitted before being officially seated in the Senate...
...process of translation, it must be granted, some of the fun and richness of the book are lost. It would be a pleasure to see more of full-blown, man-hungry Aunt Sissy (bountifully played by Joan Blondell); the character of the Nolan mother (Dorothy McGuire) is oversimplified; and such people as the shy policeman suitor of her widowhood (Lloyd Nolan) and her squareheaded little boy (Ted Donaldson) are skimpily noticed...
...vaporous breath appeared a vendeuse, rubbing her hands, the national gesture of this winter. Mad ame wished to see a dress? The one with the elbow sleeves and the deep V-neck? But certainly, if Madame could bear to try it on. Yes? Ah, Madame was a real Joan of Arc ! The vendeuse led the way to a dressing room. Heroically Madame took off her coat, then her extra lining, then, with thin-lipped determination, her dress. The vendeuse clucked her admiration of such courage. Deftly she inserted Madame into the model of the new gown. Expertly she arranged mirrors...
...vaporous breath appeared a vendeuse, rubbing her hands, the national gesture of this winter. Madame wished to see a dress? The one with the elbow sleeves and the deep V-neck? But certainly, if Madame could bear to try it on. Yes? Ah, Madame was a real Joan of Arc ! The vendeuse led the way to a dressing room. Heroically Madame took off her coat, then her extra lining, then, with thin-lipped determination, her dress. The vendeuse clucked her admiration of such courage. Deftly she inserted Madame into the model of the new gown. Expertly she arranged mirrors...