Word: raffish
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...South, settlers were more likely to be Church of Englanders, casual, snotty, talented. Out of them was spun the raffish-gentleman type: Congreve, Sheridan, Wilde. They too stayed as aloof from the Gaelic Irish as space permitted, and the freedom they fought for was their own, not their servants'. Yet compromise came easier to them. To this day, they have no trouble feeling superior even in a minority setup. Such religious passions as they had, in any case, cooled a long time ago. Southera Protestants have shown no manifest sympathy with their hot-under-the-clerical-collar colleagues...
...with their signatures, a monogrammed cigarette lighter. For a grown man, he is wildly sentimental; every reunion is a ceremonial occasion, every farewell a moment of mourning. In between, there are Temple's affectionate letters, punctuated, illustrated and signed with drawings of himself feeling stupid, say, or disgusted, or raffish. Thus...
...across town-or so the Hecht-MacArthur legend has it. Hildy Johnson (Bert Convy) is a classic of his breed, a red-hot superscooper. Suddenly he threatens to do the unthinkable. He tells the boys in the city room that he is going to get married, desert his raffish calling and go square in a New York advertising firm. His boss, Walter Burns (Robert Ryan), the managing editor of the Chicago Examiner, dresses like an Edwardian dandy and has the ethics of Genghis Khan. There is no device that he will not employ to hang on to his ace reporter...
Otherwise, a raffish, indulgent and hyperactive atmosphere prevailed in the Skakel household. There were servants, a swimming pool, riding horses, a 35-ft. yawl and another smaller sailboat (significantly named, by Ethel, Sink or Swim). The house was always crammed with the children's schoolmates and other visitors, and it was not unusual for 25 people to gather at the Skakels' dinner table...
...surprisingly benign, the individual who decides to exterminate other people, under whatever pretext, has become distinctly ominous. As a one-madwoman salvage operation, Angela Lansbury saves her reputation if not the show. Looking like a ruefully unkempt Colette, she croons, chortles, and cavorts about The stage with a certain raffish gallantry. The Jerry Herman score is zero, and Choreographer Joe Layton, who once staged dances of tepid promise, has now ascended to scalding mediocrity...