Word: puree
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...evening of pure, concentrated hellraising, we suggest Fats Waller at the Southland. I heard him again last week, and can remember few times when I have had as much fun. The six guys in Fats' band make more music than most of the big bands ever think of making. Eugene Cedric on tenor plays solos that rampage in much the same manner that Chu Berry's do. Everybody else, including Herman Autrey on trumpet, is just as good...
...Senior year at Kent in 1935 Coleman held down a tackle slot on one of Father Sill's greatest teams, and earned all-state ranking, which he describes as "pure bunk." Last year Coleman was a comparatively unknown center until the middle of October, when he was shifted to guard. A week and a half later, with Dave Glueck on the injured list, Coleman started his first Varsity game against Cornell...
...more damage, especially to steering mechanism, than direct hits on an armored deck. Major Al Williams, U. S. A., a vociferous champion of the airplane over the battleship, who believes the German Air Force (which he inspected intimately last year) can knock out the British Navy, says: "A pure air war has not been fought, but I'll tell you one thing, air power is respected by all naval strategists in war games to this extent - that the side losing its aircraft carriers was first is deemed to have lost...
...when a youthful bar-comber, handsome, down-&-out U. S. engineer Bill Gregory (Robert Cummings), insults Singer Irene, she falls in love with him. Her love saves Bill from his gin-&-bitter end, sets him to piping pure water from the hills (for the peons). By the time Dirk, rather tactlessly, brings Paul to Rio after his escape from jail, Bill and Irene, happy in the thought that jungle ants and vultures have done for Paul, are all set to marry. The Freudian knot is cut by Dirk, who grapples with Paul when he tries to shoot Irene, inadvertently makes...
...conservative morality and the pendulum of progressive realism, certain fundamental questions are still unanswered. We find ourselves still confronted with the time-worn, but nevertheless basic, problems. Shall we accept brutal, brazen phases of the world as art on a par with the more pleasant and morally pure aspects of our existence? Is there any difference between the moral and the immoral, the good and the evil, in the realm of art? in short, is an ugly truth, well-expressed, to be less acceptable to us than a beautiful truth, equally well-expressed, simply because of its ugliness...