Word: sad
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Jostling armies of liquid-eyed children still play in its filthy, glass-strewn alleys, its dark hallways, and in vacant lots, where the refuse of generations is packed solid, a foot higher than the sidewalks. Its old men are sad. The young men who haunt its streets by night-callow bravoes with oiled black hair, sharp suits and the melancholy curse of pimples-loiter in knots with expressionless faces, just as they did when Frank Costello had a gun in his pocket and was one of them...
Wrote hard-to-please Critic William Whitebait in the New Statesman and Nation: "What sort of music it is, whether jaunty or sad, fierce or provoking, it would be hard to reckon; but under its enthrallment, the camera comes into play . . . The unseen zither-player ... is made to employ his instrument much as the Homeric bard did his lyre." Said Alan Dent in the Illustrated London News: "The real hero I should call the unseen zither-player...
Everybody Sad? Many of the bankers and economists saw no reason why the U.S. should not cut its spending and put its house in order. They aimed their fire at the Government's multitude of overlapping lending bureaus which had put out more than $20 billions in loans and guarantees. By & large, the bankers thought that some of the agencies, notably RFC, are no longer justified and should be curtailed or eliminated entirely...
Number eight in his caravan of cartoon collections, Peter Arno's Sizzling Platter revives the gawking, girl-crazy old hell-raiser for a few sad appearances. He still lassoes his prey with diamond necklaces ("You certainly know my Achilles' heel, Mr. Benson"), buys yachts ("How many does it-er-sleep?"), invests in mink ("She got it by going 'brrrr' in front of Bergdorf's"). But what may be his final fling finds him corralled at last by a barbed-wire surtax: while his stern better half sits guard near by, the fat, fading Park Avenue...
...indicated above, I can find no fault with the acting of Mr. Fletcher and Miss Farrand--except to stupidly point out that they are not the Lunts, a sad shortcoming they must share with all other actors. Of the two I would say that Mr. Fletcher gives the better show, and that his guardsman is preferable to his husband...