Word: nice
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...fast before it catches up on social progress, social reform and the common understanding and working partnership between the richer and poorer classes which has been England's by-product of the war. Then Norris very simply thanked Guffey and all who "have said so many nice things about me" and sat down. He wasn't crying. He was more determined than ever...
...truck swung into the circle in front of the House, and its driver politely asked for "the tree." What tree? "The Christmas tree I'm supposed to take to Agassiz Hall." That was the promise. "Oh, sure, we got a tree, see it all nice out there in the lighted dining hall? An' sure darling, oh, of course we'll give it to you." So the truck driver wanted the tree...
...boyish Ronald Reagan, pretty Robert Cummings, and beautiful Ann Sheridan. Reagan and Sheridan move effectively through scene after scene of intense emotion, suicide, incest, with amazing restraint. Reagan especially confounds the experts with a sincere portrayal of the cruelly maimed young playboy. Only Bob Cummings, who is entirely too nice a fellow to meddle about in the vagaries of Victorian morality, looks out of place, and his inadequate emotional capacities wreak havoc in the climactic closing shots...
...spectators in droves. She isn't too bad an actress, either. Robert Sterling, as the kid brother, is fair enough. The film is never boring, and its value to you is strictly a matter of taste. For them as likes a good neck. "Somewhere I'll Find You" is nice fodder...
...kindly English lady carried it up the stairs of a hotel in her knitting bag, laid it before her ailing fellow-traveler-auburn-haired, blue-eyed Novelist Grace Zaring Stone (The Bitter Tea of General Yen). Mrs. Stone was convalescing after pneumonia, and the lady thought it would be nice to read Escape aloud to the invalid. "You can't possibly have read it," said the lady to protesting Patient Stone, "it's only just come into the lending library." Says Novelist Stone: "I couldn't tell her I'd written the damned book...