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...Hollywood, to play in Bob Burns's forthcoming Comin' 'Round the Mountain. So Widow Winnie Whipple, whose ineffectual attempts to land Uncle Ezra furnish continuity of a sort for the program, exclaimed "Hollywood my left hind foot!" and wept that he should turn out to be "nothin' but a Gay Lombardo"-to which Master of Ceremonies Joe Kelly, to make sure everyone got it, rejoined: "You mean a gay Lothario, don't you?" And so on and so on, no chestnuts barred in a script whose humor formula runs like this: "I just bought...
...hoeing corn on the steep hillside, I'd get to the end of a row and look up Troublesome Creek and wonder ij anybody would ever come to larn the young 'uns. Nobody ever come in. Nobody ever went out. We jist growed up and never knowed nothin'. I can't read nor write; many of my chilluns can't read nor write, but I have grands and greats as is the purtiest speakin' and the easiest larnin' of any chilluns in the world. I want as they should have 'a chancet...
...could be accepted as truth in Oklahoma, Night of the Poor cannot be so accepted this side of Teheran. The language of Prokosch's Americans is a salty, sometimes melodious mimicry, but it rings false too often in such mixtures as "One can't be sure of nothin'. . . ." He speaks of "oil wells burning through the moth-hung night" in Texas, when any Texan could tell him that what characteristically burns at night in Texas is gas, not oil. Through the whole book, despite its fluency and literary skill, runs a vitiating imprecision. Prokosch's words...
...Negro handyman in Knoxville, who "jest don't care nothin' about a stiddy job." Says Joe: "The Lord cut me out in the shape of a man that's naturally made to have a good time. But he didn't give me the money to have that good time...
Westerner: Use your eyes, mister. Look around you. These blighted miles of hot sand have been made fit places to live in. Think of it! One day worth nothin' 'cept to go crazy thirstin' and watchin' vinegarroons crawlin' by the cacti, and today worth one billion dollars in taxable property! That's progress for ye, mister, that's progress...