Word: oils
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...publish a violently partisan attack on the conservationists (Vogt, Osborn et al.) . . . making light of the extinction of animal species, and referring to those who do not agree with the conservationists as "real scientists," as though some of the country's leading biologists and ecologists were snake-oil artists...
...public is to please, or how hard-to-sell the picture, Hollywood knows that it can count on exhibitors. Last week, as if to keep in trim for tougher times ahead, theater managers were pushing movies with all the zeal, noise and logic of oldtime pitchmen hawking snake oil...
...evaporators, over the food, coffee, soap bars and even the cockroaches of the storerooms. They sang particularly loud over the tarry caulking of the deck planks and spots of rust. The tuna fish made them sing, and so did the coral and the very sands of the lagoon. Oil streaks that had floated miles away remained menacingly hot. So insignificant was the salubrious effect of salt water that even the rocky ledges of neighboring atolls clung to their radioactivity in the teeth of foaming breakers...
...trick had been turned before, but seldom with such lasting effect. To get out scented full-page ads plugging the "magical allure of Dana's Tabu perfume," printers at the Detroit News last week mixed 40 Ibs. of perfume oil with their printer's ink. The heady scent drifted out of the press room and into editorial and advertising offices, where it lingered lovingly on staffers' clothes and hair. The News ran its air-conditioning system full-blast but the smell hung on for two days. The disenchanted advertising manager grumped: "This newspaper plant smells like...
Bravo! would seem like apt material for a neat Ferber & Kaufman blend of oil & vinegar. The play does have touches of warmth and wit, but most of it is a purely mechanical sponging of the emotions, or a frantic clutching at comic and dramatic straws. The characters are too often mere plushy stage furniture, exploited rather than explored. Only Refugee Actress Darvas (wife of famed Hungarian Playwright Ferenc Molnar) possesses real rather than synthetic dignity and charm...