Word: prim
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...quote Mr. Grady Edney in your Sept. 22 issue: "Jazz 'purists' remind me of a little group of prim spinsters careening along in Henry's first Ford, warmly assuring themselves that the Lincoln Zephyr gliding by is only a commercial corruption of the Original Thing...
Lovesick Ladies. The Victorian novelists, Dr. Dunbar thinks, were pretty "realistic" after all: "Their prim and prissy heroines succumbed in droves to an epidemic of ladylike behavior. Disappointed in love or deprived by the malignity of fate of some adored object, they went into gentle declines and perished with immense propriety. ... A great many victims of tuberculosis today are doing the same. . . . They are those baffling cases for whose ailments no thoroughly sound explanation can be given in terms of their lungs alone...
...dressing room just big enough to hold her, a short, stout and bespectacled Negro woman stepped onto the two-by-four stage. The prim expression on her flat face was that of a Sunday school teacher lost in a gin mill and primed to bawl out the customers. Seconds later, her ample hips bouncing, her abdomen lewdly rolling, she was shouting the blues at the top of her voice. Last week, after a 17-year absence, Bertha ("Chippie") Hill was back at her old trade. To Manhattan's smoke-filled Village Vanguard, deep in a Greenwich Village cellar...
...came about that three couples, each made up of a burly ex-partisan (representing the town council) and a prim, Catholic spinster (representing the church) made the rounds. Barbi muttered darkly: "Why, those partisans haven't any sense. They will let those monstrous females do all the talking and convince the poor that it's the priest and not the municipality giving them the money." Meanwhile, Father Bernardoni knelt before the Virgin Mary with a group of demure, dark-eyed members of the Catholic Girls' Association, and prayed loudly: "Helper of Virgins, please help Miss Bianca, Miss...
Nora Prentiss (Warner) starts off as a story about a prim, married doctor (Kent Smith) who falls for a nightclub singer (Ann Sheridan) and cannot bear to tell his wife (Rosemary DeCamp). In spite of some dilution and artificiality, the early reels are fairly plausible and appealing-for at least they are about recognizable people in a recognizable predicament. Then artifice takes over...