Word: misses
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...schedule, Pilots Truman and Evans landed at Van Nuys Airport outside Los Angeles. Their trip had covered 22,275 miles, cost $2,000 including gasoline and oil (which they bought on Esso credit cards). They were given a heroes' welcome. George got a haircut, Cliff a kiss from Miss Van Nuys of 1947 (see cut). Back in Washington, their wives, who had expected them in September, were a bit frosty. Wired Mrs. Truman to Mr. Truman: "You're the luckiest guy in the world to have a wife like...
...weeks ago "Miss Hush," an unnamed but "famous American unmarried lady," murmured into a microphone these Orphic clues to her identity. Millions of Americans, feverishly jotting them on cuffs, newspapers and old paper bags, remembered that the winners of Truth or Consequences' contests on Mr. Hush (Jack Dempsey) and Mrs. Hush (Clara Bow) had won $13,500 and $17,590 respectively. Soon the Hush money had fact-finding listeners in block-long queues at the Los Angeles Public Library; in Manhattan's Times Square, tipsters hawked greensheets (the not-so-hot tip: Evangeline Booth) at $1. But nobody...
...letters a day. The March of Dimes (a donation with a letter is suggested as the price of admission to the contest) collected something like $125,000. Listeners brightly guessed Elsa Maxwell, Maude Adams, Sister Kenny, Tallulah Bankhead, Mary Pickford, Mary Garden. But still nobody guessed right. Last week Miss Hush tried to spill the beans...
...cinemaddicts will stand up to cheer these tender graces, but fewer will want to miss those of a Fairbanks find: a 23-year-old, Tahiti-born "Tyrolean blonde" named Paule Croset. Her performance (as a Dutch farm girl) is as clear as a brook, and audiences may well object that the camera does not linger longer on her cool, inviting beauty...
...treason trials, as she records them, were not just the raw pulp of daily news, tatters of irrelevant wretchedness or cold inquests of justice upon a succession of dingy destinies. They become three-dimensional-as events in a process of history, which Miss West views as organic and continuously alive; as ordeals of a common humanity, which the men on trial shared with the men who tried them; as glimpses of a common hell, which all men know (since all men betray themselves continually), but know less terribly than those traitors who in addition had betrayed their fellows...