Word: lacing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...sensational model was the "Merry Widow'': a sophisticated cocktail dress in heavy black crepe, with a short clinging skirt, a pink rose to punctuate the waist. It is worn with a black halo hat trailing a waist-length floating black lace scarf. Then there was an evening gown-33 yards of chiffon shading from deep apricot to pale oyster. At these and 46 other fripperies, in the ballroom of the West End's swank Mayfair Hotel, women buyers gasped with pent-up pleasure. It was London's first "non-austerity" style show in six years...
When Arsenic and Old Lace opened in London in 1942, a great many people doubted whether war-torn Britons would find murder and madness very amusing. Last week, with its 1,050th performance, Arsenic nosed out Edward Sheldon's Romance to become the longest-running U.S. play in London's history. Everybody from the Royal Family down had seen it; Mrs. Churchill had seen it twice...
Murder, He Says (Paramount) roughly-very roughly indeed-combines the most easily laughable aspects of Tobacco Road, Arsenic & Old Lace, and the ghoul-infested mansions of .Charles Addams' New Yorker cartoons. It tells of one difficult evening in the life of a Trotter Poll question-asker (Fred MacMurray) who is investigating refrigeration among rubes and the mysterious disappearance of a fellow-Trotter. Startled when a luminous dog tears through the night woods, he runs afoul of the local Jukes family, whose name is Fleagle. While he twitches around among cattle skulls in the uninviting Fleagle living room, and snags...
Though it is easily the season's craziest show, and probably the funniest, Murder, He Says lacks much of the ticklish wit and lightness of Arsenic & Old Lace; it lays most of its laughs on with a shovel. But by & large it is a rare old romp, played in specially fine style by Messrs. MacMurray, Hall and Whitney and by the incredibly ferocious Marjorie Main...
...villages and country towns were different. From behind lace curtains in neat, storybook cottages, Hausfrauen watched the endless chain of tanks clanking down the cobbled Hauptstrasse. The war was passing them...