Word: raines
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...that's Dry in sovereign Maine, But intimately Wet as rain...
Given Red Dust's brazen moral values, Gable & Harlow have full play for their curiously similar sort of good-natured toughness. The best lines go to Harlow. She bathes hilariously in a rain barrel, reads Gable a bedtime story about a chipmunk and a rabbit. Her effortless vulgarity, humor and slovenliness make a noteworthy characterization, as good in the genre as the late Jeanne Eagels' Sadie Thompson. Noteworthy too is the fake jungle, a marvel of impenetrability...
...Herbert Hoover stepped briefly outside his role of President of the U. S. last week to become a Republican nominee actively seeking reelection. In Washington with Mrs. Hoover and his usual retinue he boarded a Pennsylvania R. R. special train, all spick & span with new paint. It looked like rain. Two raincoats were put aboard his private car for rear platform appearances. Ahead of the special ran a pilot locomotive over rails carefully inspected a few hours before, over switches spiked down hard. In his car Candidate Hoover touched up his first full-length stump speech which was to open...
...Rain (United Artists), based on Somerset Maugham's story and more famed play, made memorable by the late Actress Jeanne Eagels, tries to justify the ways of Heroine Sadie Thompson to Man. Director Lewis Milestone has made semi-respectable, unexciting, the old sure-fire melodrama. Of the hot Pacific island where the rain monotonously rains and the characters get crescendo jitters, Milestone gets no illusion. The characters are not damp to the skin. Their clothes do not stick clammily to their flanks. The food does not spoil. Green mold does not sprout on everything. The heat is not heat...
This is the weather which the Vagabond, like Mr. Hardy and his cookoo, prefers. For the autumn rain has been upon us, and left the chill of autumn in the air. Summer is alive in his mind but the Vagabond turns a speculative eye on the orchards where the russet apples are growing ripe. Over the moors by the sea the gulls are still crying, but the sandpiper is gone from the shore. The sea-weed sways among the brown rocks, and the sun goes down in purple...