Word: rakishness
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...reign of Edward VII, the rakish son of this sober pair, is wittily described in the imaginary diary of a putative secretary to the King-though it passes over in silence what must have been the domestic travails of Edward's good Queen Alexandra. The forthright role of the royal family in two world wars is given due credit, and the constitutional crisis that dethroned Edward VIII gets a judicious, white-gloved examination. Bolitho concludes that, although the tasks of kingship were apparently "intolerable" to Edward, "as heir to the throne he was the noblest and most devoted Prince...
...blinds, shut tight all day against the Riviera sun, snapped open. A bustle of servants and bodyguards on the second floor of Cannes' Carlton Hotel proclaimed the fact that His Majesty was awake. Shortly afterwards, a fat man with a prematurely balding head and a rakish hussar's mustache, appeared on the hotel terrace, plumped his 225 pounds into a wicker chair and ordered a Coca-Cola. He wore the standard summer garb of the well-dressed Riviera yachtsman-grey flannel slacks, navy blue jacket and white yachting cap. The plump, darkly pretty young woman who accompanied...
Appearance: Husky (6 ft., 200 Ibs.), jaunty, bluff, with a rakish flyer's tilt to his gold-braided...
This adaptation does tolerably well by Actor Pinza but it makes hash of Playwright Sturges' comedy. The original play told a simple, incongruously funny story about a young and fairly innocent Southern girl who tries to seduce a rakish Italian opera star; he turns out to be such a sentimentalist that he marries her. The film all but smothers the idea with plot complications, cooking up elaborate reasons for the marriage-in name only-to come first, so that the pair can pursue their dalliance and yet stay strictly honorable under the technical rules of the cinema code. Irrelevantly...
Long Glide Home. Cut loose from the bomber, Bridgeman switched on his rocket motors, climbed quickly to the test altitude (about 12 miles). Then he pushed over into level flight. The tiny (25-ft. spread), sharply swept wings, the sleek fuselage that carries its rakish tail surfaces high above the wing wake, met little resistance from the rarefied atmosphere. For three thundering minutes the Skyrocket boomed along. Before its rocket fuel ran dry it was probably screaming through empty upper air at 1,500 m.p.h. or more. Power gone, it glided in lazy spirals back to its base at Muroc...