Word: lovelies
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...subjects and American personnel was, and still is, extremely harsh. Those hardy enough to apply for permission to marry are required to produce a ream of documents attesting to the character, health, religious, economic and political integrity of the persons applying. Ninety-eight percent of the couples genuinely in love are given a flat "no" on the implied grounds that the Korean is a sort of subhuman type unfit for life...
...last week, Margaret faced a real ordeal-a New York press conference. She never looked better, was natural, frank and gay. The reporters were charmed but blunt: Whom would she date? "I don't know-I'll have to wait until they ask me." "What about your love life?" "Absolutely none, except music-at the moment." Well, what about the President's recent remark that he hoped to hand down his gold-headed walking cane to a grandson? "I think Daddy was a little short of something to say at that point...
...dear friends, [these] are words of an Hungarian Communist,* words that echo the thoughts of men depraved and deranged-men who do not know truth, love, justice or faith . . . These lines . . . are taught to the youth of red-enshackled lands . . . where everybody is afraid of everybody else, where even a son fears his father and fathers fear their own blood-sons, as all become serfs and victims of the relentless god of Baal! . . . They are wild words of warning, and, unless we listen well and realize that we must counteract them by concerted, constant prayer and action, then these words...
...impracticable, while her manifestations of it are often a little too gaudy to be glamorous. But the lordly slink and the languid grunt are, for all that, the merely too emphatic mannerisms of an assured and perfected theatrical manner. When, for instance, a new suitor (Steve Cochran) sighs: "My love for you will last forever," it is with genuine mastery of timing and pitch that Miss West inquires: "How about your health?" In any theater world Mae West would be somebody, if only for being unlike anybody else...
...diluted love potion is not the only hoary element, though. For some reason, the third act starts off with an argument between a Catholic priest and the lover, who has been reading a communist journal. The padre's academic argument (there are only six pleasures of the flesh, but what fun you can have with the immortal soul) scarcely resolves the religious-materialist conflict...