Word: jovialities
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...good fellowship of Joe Davies and Joe Stalin but over something bigger it reflected: the growing good fellowship of Russia, Britain and the U.S. Success on the battlefronts and the Comintern's dissolution (TIME, May 31), heady as a couple of beakers of vodka, had put all in jovial humor. The statesmen saw what a long way the three Allies had come within a year. The crusty old reserve was melting. A new understanding seemed dawning. Pushkin & Byron. The keynoter was Russia. Gone was yesteryear's cry for a second front, yesterday's disdain for the Anglo...
Like documentary films, which Hollywood ignored and Britain developed into a vivid educational instrument, documentary radio is old stuff to BBC. It was inaugurated in 1935 by ruddy, jovial Lawrence Gilliam, Cambridgeman and BBC features director. Since then BBC sound trucks have poked about England recording fox hunts, hop-picking festivals, markets, and building them into first-rate documentary radio shows. They also went abroad to record the sounds (sidewalk conversation, café colloquies, shopping talk, parades, music) of foreign cities...
...Street. Flame-red, they rested in the cars of the funeral cortege that rolled by. On pavement and auto seat, in lapels of hundreds of mourners, they symbolized the passing of Carlo Tresca. Shot down last week on a street corner near his little Italian-language newspaper office, the jovial, goateed, almost legendary radical editor presented in death the spectacle, revolting to the U.S., of political assassination...
Month ago Illinois's kinky-haired Senator C. Wayland ("Curly") Brooks and Colonel Robert Rutherford McCormick's Chicago Tribune dredged up out of oblivion a ready-made Republican candidate for Mayor of Chicago: jovial, burly Roger Faherty (TIME, Jan. 4). His hour was brief: last week Roger Faherty was back in oblivion again...
...Jovial, snow-thatched Albert J. McCray, 71, was not only a Townsendite but a Ham 'n' Egger ("Oh, boy, was I a booster for that!"). Now he runs a drill press at the Douglas plant, earns $51 a week with Sunday overtime, complains only that his foreman refuses to let him work every Sunday. Says Albert McCray: "I haven't been to the club there in some little bit. I'd rather have a job than a pension any time. Why, I'm making better than $175 a month here, more money than I ever...