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WHICH MERELY LEADS up to a year's best list. Even if I can't think of more than six films that meant much on re-viewing, listing them lets me act--in theory, anyway--as a cop for the audience and scold for the hacks. (I've also limited my outlook to those films that opened in Boston between Christmases--tossing out one crowd's Clockwork Orange and another's Dirty Harry...
...book contains only one reference to Galbraith by name, but it is a pregnant one. After the "prominent Harvard economist and wit" has made a cogent point to President Kennedy "in his amusingly ironic way" and then apologized for a gloomy prediction, Kennedy replies: "John, you can't scold us often enough, and as far as I'm concerned, you are both an Aristotle and a Jeremiah, a polymath and a prophet...
Gray-haired, stocky and tall for a Bengali (6 ft.), the bespectacled Mujib always wears a loose white shirt with a black, sleeveless, vestlike jacket. A moody man, he tends to scold Bengalis like so many children. He was born in the East Bengal village of Tongipara 51 years ago to a middle-class landowner (his landlord status accounts for the title of sheik). Mujib studied liberal arts at Calcutta's Islamia College and law at Dacca University. He lives with his wife Fazil-itunessa, three sons and two daughters in a modest two-story house in Dacca...
...banking committee or a blue-ribbon commission of legislators, Administration officials and experts is expected to open major hearings on the entire U.S. financial structure. All this constitutes a personal triumph for Patman, a self-styled "money nut," who had long been regarded by many critics as an ineffectual scold or a crank advocate of easy money for everybody. Today nobody laughs at Patman, least of all the bankers. "The time has come for me," says Patman in his misleadingly benign way, "and I'm going right...
Official Ireland, the beloved woman of the old patriotic songs has been a special hag to her poets, chasing them and censoring them like a worn-out scold. But that war is nearly over. A middle class, as conventional and tolerant as anybody's, is now growing up in the cities, and the Charm is being taken over by the Tourist Board. Bogus castles, renovated pubs and professional colorful characters may be all that survive of it, unless the Irish pass a miracle that has defeated other folk people and keep the flower without also keeping the dunghill...