Word: joyousness
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...Joyous Season (by Philip Barry; Arthur Hopkins, producer) is a solemn and sometimes sprightly investigation of the spiritual life of a family of shell-backed Bostonians. The Parleys live in a dingily magnificent mansion of Beacon Street. Their farm on the Merrimac River and the possibility that existence may contain more for them than security on a "careful, calm, contented four percent" are two of the things that they remember when the maverick of the family, Sister Christina (Lillian Gish), arrives from the nunnery to spend Christmas. Before Christina arrives, the Parleys are worried mainly because they think...
...Poughkeepsie on a very hot Saturday morning in August. In front of the courthouse I ran across a group of friends of mine. . . . They kidnapped me-one of the first cases of deliberate kidnapping on record-and took me out to the policemen's picnic. On that joyous occasion of clams and sauerkraut and real beer I made my first speech and I have been apologizing for it ever since...
...Food was hard to get. The capital was more completely paralyzed every day as fewer and fewer shopkeepers opened their doors. The dreaded Porra, President Machado's secret terror squads, odious for their savage murders, boasted of the massacres early in the week when hundreds of joyous citizens, shouting a false rumor "Machado is out!" rushed prematurely toward the Presidential Palace where scores were quickly mowed down by a merciless fusillade...
...Clausen spoke by air to the "largest audience of Baptists ever assembled," his listeners tuning in at their churches. Of the future of preaching he said last week: "We little, unimportant preachers may retire from the field with disgruntled resentment, or we may be a part of a joyous acceptance of this new tool which science has placed in our hands for the winning of the world...
...Vagabond arises; he leaps out of the four-poster in the tower, his face merry in the light of the noon sun. As his feet touch the floor, and his knees buckle under him, his joyous expression contracts to a snarl. He wabbles to the fixtures, where he pours himself a goblet of cold water. It runs down his throat, and into his stomach, every inch of its course distinctly felt. A sensation of feeble exhilaration comes over him, and he puts on his raiment, slowly, with hands that will not quite close. The prospect of a meal seems strangely...