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Word: loves (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Love I'm After" has the virtue of being acted well, but also the fault of occasional banal dialogue. It is too much to expect, of course, that the scenario writers can make each line original as well as humorous; but just the same, you are conscious of the presence of well-wrinkled repartee. It doesn't make Bette Davis look prettier to hear her say: "I'll swallow my pride and go to him"; after the first laugh Leslie Howard seems a bit silly to say, when a knock on the door finds him in the arms...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: EXAM TROUBLES | 1/7/1938 | See Source »

...Ireland was over, but men were known for their deeds and their sympathies. He sets up a family from the slums of Dublin, and through them he lashes at principles stubbornly adhered to only because they are principles, the folly of romantic and aimless sacrifice, the spirit of brotherly love and humanity that fails as soon as it is put to the specific test. Even God is called to account, but He is absolved by the tragic mother's denunciation of her own species. The Catholic Church does not escape O'Casey's pen unscathed, but the implication is that...

Author: By E. C. B., | Title: CRIMSON PLAYGOER | 1/5/1938 | See Source »

...dentist's chart of his teeth. Anyone having information as to Burgess' whereabouts is told to communicate with Edward W. Fallon, Boston police official. To the left of the photograph is a facsimile of Burgess' handwriting, the end of a letter which he wrote to his mother, reading "Love to you and Father, (signed) Bill...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Law School Offers $500 Reward For Information About Burgess | 1/4/1938 | See Source »

...Love I'm After (Bette Davis, Leslie Howard, Olivia de Havilland, Eric Blore; TIME...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Also Showing | 1/3/1938 | See Source »

...country cot with a pot of pink geraniums. It's no go the Government grants, it's no go the elections, Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension. It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet; Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit. The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever, But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Poetect | 1/3/1938 | See Source »

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