Word: lifes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Dionne Quintuplets. Last week Dr. Redfield declared that the big city pattern, to be thoroughly understood, should be studied in the light of its opposite pole-the primitive tribe-and of intermediate societies such as peasants. Peasants may seem to be primitive in their simple, stable way of life but they have definite urban connections if they can read, vote, go to school, use machines and send their produce to markets...
Known variously to Parisians as "Aunt Geneviéve," "the Pythoness," sometimes "the wastepaper basket of Europe," Tabouis in private life is the wife of an obscure radio executive, mother of two grown children. In the house of her uncle Jules Cambon, onetime French Ambassador to Berlin, she acquired a taste for the vague generalities of political conversation. After the war she took to visiting sessions of the League of Nations, writing chatty letters to her uncle from Geneva...
...expensive, $75 a day); a sound-proofed engine test building; the finest seaplane terminal in the world where trans-Atlantic planes can dock in the roughest weather. Clear of approach obstructions to jangle the nerves of pilots, the field also has many a piece of expensive equipment to make life easier. Examples: a stop-go traffic light system for taxiing planes; a control tower fitted with 16 radio receivers to hear calls on any airline frequency...
...Charles, Myrna Loy as Nora, his imperturbable wife, Asta (cranky and snappy after a nervous breakdown) as their dog. It had the Thin Man's pace, bounce and snappy dialogue, exciting murder and air of amiable dipsomania. Nick and Nora take the pandemonium that passes for their domestic life with the same unquenchable good humor, poise, charm and thirst. But the spontaneity seems a little forced, the pace, jokes and charm a little grimly predetermined...
...Jean Tousseul's Jean Clarambaux (Lippincott, $3) is a long, gentle, nostalgic, sentimental novel of life in a Belgian hamlet before and during the German occupation of 1914-18. Though written with no little art, it has the warm, excessive, disconcerting and soporific sweetness of a bottomless feather...