Word: marias
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Puck's talented Gillam showed Republican Blaine standing coyly before his party leaders, his stout, bedrawered figure tattooed with his allegedly scandalous record. Democrats chanted: "Blaine, Blaine, James G. Blaine, Continental liar from the State of Maine." Republicans got dirt in their fingernails digging up the story of Maria Halpin, a dipsomaniac widow by whom Cleveland had had an illegitimate child. Republicans intoned: "Ma, Ma, where's my Pa? Gone to the White House. Ha! Ha! Ha!" Democrats ghoulishly chiseled out the date of birth on Elaine's son's tombstone, then hinted that Blaine...
...some of his helpers. Constantly he berates, wheedles, consoles and prods--himself. Under the inhuman, cracking pressure of events, his personality is more and more dangerously split, and is healed at the final page only by the certainty of his death and separation from his beloved, the Spanish girl Maria. Unfortunately, last-minute recoveries like Robert Jordan's are pretty well confined to books, while his discase afflicts, to some degree, everyone who reads a newspaper...
...helping him. But to keep his precarious sanity, he has to resort to one mental prop after another. He mulls over the memory of his grandfather, a crusty, brave old Civil War Cavalryman. He forces himself to concentrate on the unlikely chance of a long, happy life with Maria after the Revolution is won. Everlastingly he talks to himself, standing aside and sizing himself up. But he finds out, as all his fellow-sufferers must, that this is a symptom of his discase, and not a cure. It only makes the ailment worse, for this is a kind of mental...
Typical of Toby's humor is his bantering with Maria, who warns him to "confine yourself within the modest limits of order." He counters: "Confine: I'll confine myself no finer than I am. These clothes are good enough to drink in, and so be these boots too." There is certainly nothing "dated" in this joke to spoil it, but it would hardly rate in the poorest radio laugh-show. It belongs to a comic old knight, still able to raise cain, but really as antiquated and useless as the England which is giving way to new commerce...
Perhaps the most striking fact, besides its stars, is the choice of the play, which admirers of Mr. Evans' more oratorical hours may consider beneath him. But "Twelfth Night" has a breadth not often demonstrated in such a clear light. Into each circle of society-from the clowning Maria and Toby Belch; to the peacock Malvolio, as much a clown on a higher plane; to Orsino, Viola and Olivia, made fools of by love in their own right-Shakespeare has pried good humoredly. But when the smoke of his amazingly complicated plot has cleared, it is nothing but "a whirligig...