Word: scenting
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...custody of his divorced Yankee wife (TIME, March 30). If Houstonians had a drop of mob justice left in their veins, wrote Little, they would organize "a posse of Cadillac owners" to invade damyankee-land and free Conley. Exclaimed Little: "It is Texans like Conley who add scent to the magnolia, color to the red hibiscus, juice to the grapefruit and stature to the San Jacinto monument...
That Fatal Scent. In Portland, Ore., Jerry Tisi, 24, a Navajo Indian, climbed through Patience Baxter's apartment window, found and drank a bottle of cologne, was lying unconscious on a bed when police arrived...
Last week McCarthy was in full bay again on Coe's trail. A new scent had been picked up by the Senate investigations subcommittee chaired by McCarthy. It led back to postwar Austria, where the IMF had apparently sided with the Communists in trying to block a currency devaluation. When the subcommittee hinted that Coe may have been responsible, the former IMF official broke up a trip in Mexico (no passport required), flew back to Washington for an indignant appearance before McCarthy...
Only the "savages." the forest Indians, remained human. Fawcett came to love their primeval sweetness and wisdom. They track their game by scent. Fawcett recorded, as an animal does, and call it to be killed with strange, alluring cries that the creature cannot resist. They fish by lacing the water with a caustic sap called solimán, that stuns the fish but does not poison their flesh. Fawcett also solemnly accepted the story that the Indians know of a plant whose juices dissolve metal, and even make stone soft and workable...
...common are a supernatural fizz and heavy-handed direction. Director Julien Duvivier (Un Carnet du Bal, Tales of Manhattan) pioneered the splicing art, but he keeps fantasy firmly earthbound in this 1943 effort. Granted, the writing is usually abominable ("Remember the boatman's song at twilight at Amalfi, the scent of orange blossoms on the road to Damascus," etc., etc.), but the absence of a light touch accentuates triteness and makes the melodrama ludicrous. Although Robert Benchley amusingly bridges the three tales, Duvivier seems to take the stories themselves far too seriously. In fact, you can never be quite sure...