Word: lasses
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Kozatsky dancer to the Soviet's Treasure Island (TIME, Jan. 31), flaunting an unimagined Hollywood ingenue in a Technicolored sarong in Ebb Tide (TIME, Nov. 29)-but in Kidnapped, R. L. S. takes the count. Producer Darryl F. Zanuck. the better to display a fine figure of a lass named Arleen Whelan, has shifted many of the novel's best scenes to strange and shadowy positions, has relegated to the attic the memorable ball-and-cutlass siege of the Brig Covenant's roundhouse, has made storied Patriot Alan Breck (Warner Baxter) play nursemaid...
Until Director H. Bruce Humberstone discovered her and took her to Producer Zanuck for a screen test, green-eyed, red-haired Arleen Whelan was a Hollywood manicurist. A lithe, natural lass with Celtic charm and an unaccountable suggestion of a double chin, she was soon rumored to be David Selznick's choice for Scarlett O'Hara. But Zanuck had already signed her. In Kidnapped her voice lacks depth, except when she is singing a Scottish ballad with Maxine Sullivan flavor. She acts as if she were not quite at home in Scotland or Hollywood...
...successfully weathered the Afro-manic, or hi-de-ho, period without once being referred to as corny. But to the orgiastic, or zazz-u-zazz, generation Betty's presence "has been like having grandma occupying one end of the sofa all evening. A wide-eyed, sportily clad lass with a dink perched on loosely brushed locks, Sally steps around in gillies and low socks, will jitter like any Benny Goodman votary in the twelve cartoons planned for her this season...
...your attitude toward Harvard?" was the next question. "Nothing could," stated the cross-section icily. "Do you gambol on the green?" the girls were asked. "No, we always bet on the red," was the ready answer. Most of the cross-section scurried away to labs, leaving but one chubby lass, a large pair of horn-rimmed spectacles, and a pair of flat feet...
...suppose the moon is always bigger on Saturday night?," a million understanding shopgirl hearts sigh with her. And when, temporarily exalted to a swank Manhattan penthouse, Joan looks over the parapet at the twinkling city, "piled up against the dark," many a less lyric lass wishes that she, too, might sometime be so pent...