Word: ruining
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Thus five years have passed away, Joe's sickness become so serious that his attending physician is very anxious of his health going to ruin by alcohol. But his only son Joby Chanpin (Ray Stricklyn) hear at that as news, he calls Ann back home from N.Y. and abuses his mother of indifference for her husband strongly. Be that as it may, Joe has a good time with his son, daughter and wife for a few days but happiness is uncertain...
...much too often, Tracy cannot contend with his own garbled narrative; with Dmitri Tiomkin's musical score, which is alternately martial and ritualistic (and obtrusive enough to ruin the effect of at least two good scenes); and with Arthur Schmidt's film editing, which unfortunately is at its spliciest in the climactic battle between Tracy and the fish...
...dank and gloomy castle of Monteloup in old Poitou, there lived an impecunious baron and his daughter Angélique, a wild and barefoot sprite who played, perhaps more than she should, with the peasant boy Nicholas. Looking to Angélique's beauty to save him from ruin, the baron betrothed her to the Comte de Peyrac de Morens, known as the Great Lame Devil of Languedoc, who was said to be so ugly that girls ran away when he passed by on his great black horse. As it turned out. Angélique and the lame count...
...Western Promotions of San Francisco, he promptly made headlines by offering Aussie Miler Herb Elliott a fantastic $250,000 to turn pro. Elliott considered for five weeks, then refused. Leavitt turned truculent. He hinted darkly that he had a tape of a telephone conversation with Miler Elliott that could ruin his amateur standing. Trumpeted Leavitt: "I have one question to ask Elliott. If he doesn't give the right answer, he will never run again as an amateur. Nobody pushes people like Leo Leavitt around...
...Chicago hotelman and financier, Mrs. Palmer ruled wherever she chose to go: Newport, Paris, Rome. Invited to a party for the Infanta Eulalia of Spain, she firmly declined: "I cannot meet this bibulous representative of a degenerate monarchy." James McNeill Whistler remembered Rome as "a bit of an old ruin alongside of a railway station where I saw Mrs. Potter Palmer." But her picture-crammed castle ("English Gothic of the square-headed variety") on the shore of Lake Michigan in Chicago was Mrs. Palmer's favorite seat. "Adieu" she would tell friends in Paris. "I must go back...