Word: merriments
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...pony and gamboled about. Merrywood is owned by Jackie Kennedy's stepfather, Hugh Dudley Auchincloss, who bought it in 1934 for $135,000. and who put $100,000 or more into such extras as a greenhouse and an indoor badminton court. But last week there was little merriment at Merrywood. Sighed its master, a gentle man who is known to friends and family as "Hughdee." and who acts more like an absent-minded professor than the wealthy investment broker that he is: "It's all very unpleasant...
Much of the credit for the evening's success, however, goes not to Stone, himself, whose methods for reviving Gilbert and Sullivan are occasionally those of an overworked horse doctor (great merriment is derived from a bit of business that goes roughly: "CRASH [large offstage noise] followed by some line such as: "But soft, he approacheth"), but to the magnificent female lead whose services he was fortunate enough to secure, a Miss Mary Lou Sullivan...
...stalwart outdoorsmen ski, explore caves, climb rocks, go mountaineering in the winter, and canoe; they are con stantly seeking now members to jeta them in their merriment...
Sharp Look. In his crisply written trilogy, Waugh seems to be turning back from the mannered romanticism of Brideshead Revisited. But this is not the exuberant young cynic of Decline and Fall, Black Mischief and A Handful of Dust; sophistication has been supplanted by weary wisdom, not-so-innocent merriment by middle-aged melancholy. The upperclass war the trilogy chronicles-in bars and blackouts, billets and beds-will for many bear only a limited resemblance to any real war they knew or imagined. Its dialogue is so Britishly British that it is bound to set some New World teeth...
...Belle Américaine (Continental) is the latest French offering for motor-minded moviegoers: a souped-up export model, skaty-eight sillynders and loaded with hi-octane hilarity, that despite occasional wheezes will undoubtedly transport hordes of moviegoers with merriment. At the wheel is Robert Dhéry, a 40-year-old writer-director whose Broadway revue of 1958, La Plume de Ma Tante, is still humming along on the road. If he rolls on at this rate, he will soon be giving the incomparable Jacques Tati (Mr. Hulot's Holiday) a run for the funny money...