Word: madnesses
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Londoners could not quite bring themselves to think of the new raids as a blessing, but taxi drivers, charwomen and red-tabbed brass hats of the War Office mused in much the same words: "Maybe we were getting careless. These raids are getting us good and mad just in time for the Second Front...
Said Ethel to New York Post Columnist Earl Wilson: "That poem I couldn't go anywhere without. ... I ask Him for so much. I guess I keep Him scufflin'. . . . Oh, darling I used to be the kind of woman, if I was mad at you ... I had a look that was poison ivy. . . . But now ... it's eight, nine years since I asked...
...handle the musical end, Mayor LaGuardia imported a fiery Hungarian-born conductor named Laszlo Halasz, from the St. Louis Grand Opera. Halasz brought some St. Louis scenery, auditioned hun dreds of singers, rehearsed like mad for twelve weeks...
...good taxpayers' cash for "old masters." There were some 38 paintings, all from the collection of Warner S. McCall, retired St. Louis public-utilities developer, a man who was wont to tread on rare Tabriz rugs and drink from cut glass goblets said to have been fingered by mad King Ludwig of Bavaria. Some of McCall's paintings bore such signatures as Peter Paul Rubens, Anthony Van Dyck, Sir Thomas Gainsborough. But certain Memphis newsmen were not impressed. They called on fastidious Dr. Wilhelm Reinhold Valentiner, Director of the Detroit Institute of Arts. Valentiner's thudding opinion...
Jane Eyre (20th Century-Fox) is a florid, somewhat disappointing cinemadap-tation of Charlotte Bronte's story about the long-suffering governess who finally marries Edward Rochester (Orson Welles), the melancholic and irascible squire with the mad wife. There is little success in capturing the Brontean intensity of atmosphere and of character which should have made the novel a natural screen romance. As Jane, Joan Fontaine is too often merely tight-lipped and pale-perhaps because Orson Welles so seldom gives her reason to be anything else. His Rochester is fairly amusing as a period...