Word: pollyannaism
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Spunk, a capacity, if not a liking, for hard & thankless jobs, a willingness to play roles that would send most Hollywood beauties protesting to their agents, have given Bette Davis her present eminence. "I'm no Pollyanna," she says truthfully, "I like to play gutty girls and attractive wenches." There was a time, however, when she wanted to play Alice in Wonderland. "I'd be wonderful," said she, "with my popeyes and long neck...
Some readers of syndicated columns, after sampling the scissors & knives of Dorothy Thompson, Westbrook Pegler, Heywood Broun, turn to Eleanor Roosevelt's My Day for healing and balm. To some other readers, the President's wife seems the Pollyanna of columnists. Even when, last fortnight, she reproved Dramatic Critics Brooks Atkinson of the New York Times and Richard Watts Jr. of the New York Herald Tribune for their blunt dismissal of Save Me the Waltz, a short-lived, Graustark-under-a-dictator romance, it was still in the spirit of loving the sunshine. Critics Atkinson and Watts, wrote...
Gladys Hasty Carroll is not a Pollyanna, but she strongly sympathizes with her hero, who says: "I know something most folks don't seem to know. I know this world is full of the damnedest sweetest people a man would ever hope to meet." Not everybody in Neighbor to the Sky could be called sweet, but both Author Carroll and her hero reach their last-page goal without changing their minds. Like her earlier novels of Maine (As the Earth Turns, A Few Foolish Ones), Author Carroll's latest is as sound and sweet as a good Baldwin...
...gaiety that Mr. Dwight Wiman has brought to the Shubert Theatre one of the very best musical comedies in many a pasteboard moon. It's called "On Your Toes" and if it falls to hang the S. T. O. talisman outside its New York queue, George Joan Nathan is Pollyanna's brother...
...Helen Hayes, looking not unlike Maude Adams, was touring in Pollyanna when the chance came to work for the playwright who had made Miss Adams famed. The piece was Sir James Barrie's Dear Brutus. The leading man was William Gillette.* And there was not a dry eye in the house when Helen Hayes got through wringing the last teardrop out of the scene in the wood where Gillette, the childless artist, meets the daughter he might have...