Word: pureed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Searching for a fountain of youth, Massachusetts Democrats charged forth into a Floridian jungle of inarticulate sincerity a week ago Saturday. Their hearts were pure, their visors shining, and their voices, through the clanking steel of good intentions, hardly audible...
...difficulty is that their voices aren't quite strong enough; and in the chimes scene, where their hymn deteriorates into a satanic chant, the horrifying words can hardly he heard at all. But J. Thomas Sullivan as Miles is so good an actor, looks so angelic, and sounds so pure, that his scenes are very moving even though we often have to strain to hear. His song in the schoolroom is a weird blending of dewy innocence and dark corruption. Carolyn Stouffer, Mrs. Grose the housekeeper, tends to be shrill, and her diction is sometimes muddy, in contrast...
Here's O'Hara again, back only five months after publication of The Lockwood Concern. This time he's trying to make a little champagne out of pure fizz. My Turn is a collection of O'Hara columns that were featured and syndicated by Newsday, the Long Island newspaper (TIME, October 8, 1965). O'Hara's career did not last very long; some client newspapers dropped him, and Newsday itself did not renew his contract after 53 weeks...
Although he writes admiringly of the vast sums expended by Vanderbilts, Goulds and Morgans on yachts, castellated mansions, cotillions, fine libraries and blooded horses, Beebe concedes that for pure genius, nobody topped "Colonel" Ned Green, the spectacularly eccentric, wooden-legged, oversexed son of Hetty Green, the miserly "Witch of Wall Street." For more than half a century, until his death in 1936, Green squandered about $3 million a year on stamp collecting, orchid culture, private railroad cars, teen-age girls, luxurious yachts and diamond-studded chamber pots. Green sometimes traveled with a battered Gladstone valise stuffed with $10,000 bills...
...debate and the events preceding it are shot through with gags, word play and pure slapstick. The funniest sequences are those employing the choruses, one made up of Frogs and the other of a band of religious initiates. Here Munger is most skillful, as he breaks up great masses of potentially monotonous lines and, at one point, turns the stage into a daffy bacchanal, a kind of Attic "Hullabaloo." The choruses run the gamut from barbershop quarter to square dance, singing and chanting and generally cutting...