Word: rutting
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...this is seen through the eyes of Pulham, which puts him in every scene and makes the picture slow, talky, occasionally repetitious. But Robert Young's version of the inhibited, frustrated, baffled Boston gentleman who didn't have guts or brains enough to get out of his rut and stay out is a first-rate...
...have been another Da Vinci, an artist at everything. He could see himself now; architect, inventor, poet--Vag leaned back perilously in his chair--the full man. What chance did he have today--the chair jerked forward again--in a regimented world where you had to stick in one rut till you died in it? Could anyone live the full life today? Vag sported, then blew his nose. He turned back to a course reading list in sociology: Mumford: the "Culture of Cities"--something about urban see, and architecture--must cover a pretty broad field--heard of him somewhere else...
Harvard's Varsity nine will attempt to pull itself out of the hitting and fielding rut it is in, and haul itself from fourth position in the League at the expense of a Princeton team tomorrow at Soldiers Field at 3 o'clock. Another pitching duel, similar to the one fought last week between Bud Waldstein for the Crimson and Dan Carmichael of the Orange and Black, is expected...
NEWS AND NEW RELEASES. Record of the week is a fast blues duet by Ray McKinley (drums and vocal) and Freddie Slack (piano). It's called Southpaw Serenade, and gives the two musicians an opportunity to get out of the Will Bradley rut and really play some jazz. Freddie Slack's boogie-woogie shows the strong influence of Albert Ammons, plus an amazing talent for employing highly original bass figures. Top honors, however, go to McKinley's vocal. For a change he sings authentic blues, with a dirty old rasp in his voice which is pleasant to hear after...
...working-class characters in The Living and the Dead are done as if from a Junior Leaguer's notebook. But the sterilities of Elyot, the smolderings of Eden, above all the nervous, bogus charm and climacteric rut of the mother, are very real indeed; and scene after scene is worked out with exactness and subtlety which no second-string novelist can scent, far less nail to paper...