Word: says
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...smiling through our tears, or vice versa, for in the Nov. 24 cinema review of I Want to Live, you say: "To judge from the . . . dragsville dialogue that Krylon-sprays the whole film with a cheap glaze of don't-care-if-I-do-die juvenility, Producer Walter Wanger seems ... to provide the morbid market with a sure-enough gasser." We are pleased indeed that "Krylon spray" is so well known that its name is used to describe a spraying process. But then we read on to a "cheap glaze," and we become unpleased in a hurry! Krylon...
...very first night that she appeared Downstairs this month, one of Tammy's fancier fans followed her cautiously into her dank basement dressing room and asked modestly, "Would you mind reading a script of mine?" The wraith maintained her poise in the face of Noel Coward, managed to say: "I'd like to." A couple of days later, after a ten-minute reading, the cleft-chinned Lorelei of the West Fifties was signed for the lead in Coward's new comedy, Look After Lulu, due to open in late February...
...concocts a wistful chant out of Oscar Levant's Blame It on my Youth, throbs through Limehouse Blues, races with a fine, light lilt through The Springtime Cometh, a take-off an old English madrigal ("Gaily skippeth, nylon rippeth, zipper zippeth, whoop-de-do, which is to say, the springtime cometh"). For Cole Porter's urbane lyrics, her precise, finishing-school inflection provides just the right sophistication...
...Boston-bred Tammy came out at the Brookline (Mass.) Country Club. "All those other debs look exactly alike," says she. "And all of them knit." It seems a shame to Tammy that people can no longer live like F. Scott Fitzgerald's flappers, bang, bang, bang, without worrying how it will all come out." The trouble is, she complains, that "people are so wriggly about things. I don't say I was naughty, but I've been in swimming pools that didn't have any water in them...
Socratic Method. In Manhattan, a judge kept silencing Assistant District Attorney Burton Roberts' attempts to interrupt Defense Attorney Horacio Quinones, but recessed the court when Roberts finally broke in to say: "I'm sorry, Your Honor, but in the interest of public health and justice, I must bring to the court's attention the fact that Mr. Quinones has just drunk a glass of Epsom salts in which I was bathing my finger...