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Aged deputies such as Marcel Cachin (80), women members, and less resilient types, including tubby Party Secretary Jacques Duclos-all of whom usually sit in the front rows-moved to the rear. Their places were taken by young, rugged backbenchers from among the party's 183 Deputies. A dozen of these charged up the red-carpeted steps toward the presidential tribune, plowed through a starchy cordon of dignified ushers in tailcoats. They installed young, good-looking Gerard Duprat on the rostrum. In the uproar none heard his speech, but when...
Adams won the inter-House boxing championship at the Blockhouse last nigh, but for most of the 800 spectators, the big match was Puritan Phil Isenberg's technical knock out of Marcel Rocca...
...while, Lavern Roach seemed to be a fighter who knew when to quit. A husky, young ex-marine and Ring magazine's Rookie-of-the-Year in 1947, he had learned a dreadful lesson when he climbed into the ring against the late ex-Middleweight Champion Marcel Cerdan. That night two years ago, he crawled around the ring on his hands & knees as Cerdan's sledgehammer blows smashed him to the floor seven times in eight rounds. After that beating, handsome Lavern Roach, a good fighter who had been brought along too fast, went back home to Plainview...
...Bien . . . Adapted by Whodunit Editor Marcel Duhamel, Pas d'Orchidées pour Miss Blandish was as different from the old Grand Guignol classics as a Tommy gun is from a thumbscrew. Amid knifings and kneeings, kidnaping and murder, the meaty blonde Miss Blandish (Nicole Riche) spent most of two hours in panties and bra, successfully pursued by drooling Gangster Slim Grisson (Jean-Marc Tennberg). A moving touch for Grand Guignol fans: Old Ma Grisson, the boss of the gang, beats Miss Blandish into submission with a rubber hose so that Slim won't be annoyed...
...Know My Love (adapted from the French of Marcel Achard by S.N. Behrman; produced by the Theatre Guild & John C. Wilson) may run for years with the Lunts in it; without them, it would hardly last a week. Not since the perfection of the chocolate-covered peppermint has anything so thin also been so gooey. But with that delightful absorption in themselves that renders them oblivious to their surroundings, the Lunts are as arch, as expert and as enjoyable here as elsewhere...