Word: misses
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Igor Troubetzkoy. Heiress Hutton: "Igor, you are so vague today." Prince Igor: "Naturally, darling, when I am living in a wonderful dream." Crowed happy Columnist Maxwell: "A neat phrase, and he looked as though he meant it." Barbara was going to take Igor to her nest in Tangier, said Miss Maxwell. "Barbara's bathroom looks out on a minaret. Every evening as the muezzin calls the faithful to prayer, so close is Barbara's window that. . . she can see him clear his throat...
...Some of her issues look as cluttered as the inside of a stenographer's purse, but the stenographers seem to like it that way. The contents run to bootstrap success stories, needlepoint notes, advice on hairdos and boy friends, with a confidential editor's memo printed in Miss Oliver's own Gregg shorthand...
...Dorothy L. Burns, 30, last fall sued Westinghouse for $200,000, claiming that she had contracted radiation sickness in a war-job at Westinghouse's Bloomfield, NJ. plant. Her illness, marked by fibrous degeneration of both lungs and a slow wasting away, puzzled doctors. Last week Miss Burns died. Reported Medical Examiner Harrison S. Martland (who in the '20s discovered radium sickness among a group of women painting luminous watch dials): Miss Burns did not die of radiation sickness. Her illness was beryllium poisoning, caused by inhaling beryllium dust, used in the manufacture of fluorescent lamps...
There are saving graces. Some of the side comedy, especially as handled by James Gleason as a Broadway agent, is very helpful. Miss Hayworth's first dance, in a vivid sea-green dress, is a pleasure to watch. At moments it looks as if the ballet number might amount to something; and the finale-a sort of genteel Walpurgisnacht in an enormously enlarged Gramercy Park-nearly picks the heavy show up and carries it places. The picture has really attractive songs by Allan Roberts and Doris Fisher (best: Let's Stay Young Forever and People Have More...
These intricate difficulties are presented in a leathery, smart-cracking kind of dialogue that sounds like an illegitimate great-grandchild of Ernest Hemingway's prose. A remarkable amount of footage is devoted to the way Miss Scott walks, chews over a line like a bit of Sen-Sen before getting it out, and tools a high-powered convertible around a curve. This is, in fact, one of the most auto-maniacal movies since James Cagney's racing classic, The Crowd Roars...