Word: seeing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...when David begins to see that the world he has been brought up in is false, alas, he totes his bruised adolescence off to Father No.1, long since weaned from the bottle by David's influence and now a city editor. But to protect Father No. 2's in with his biggest client, Mother has already got to Father No. 1, who runs out on David. Disillusioned, with much boyish charm David tells Mother she has made a nice mess of both their lives. She packs him off "where he belongs," to Father No. 1, who never...
...See My Lawyer (by Richard Maibaum & Harry Clork; produced by George Abbott) is one of those athletic farces which have the delicacy of a subpoena and the subtlety of an alarm clock. A firm of young lawyers ready for the poorhouse ropes in a millionaire playboy overripe for the asylum. As the gilded nitwit is continuously prankish-he pours gin into milk bottles, steals peek-machines from penny arcades, drives his car up & down freight elevators, ties up girls on billiard tables-the firm of Lee, Russo & O'Rourke enjoys a continuous revenue, for a time. Then the screwball...
...See My Lawyer bongs and clatters like a bowling alley, but instead of ripping off strikes & spares, the pins go down only two or three at a time, and the pin boys are much too slow in setting them up again. The show has laughs, but never (as a farce must) piles up its laughter; everybody works a little too hard, tries to be a little too crazy. It's the old George Abbott formula minus the old George Abbott form: quite a drop from the headlong days of Three Men on a Horse and Room Service, when...
Freely mentioned as the inspiration for the crackpot playboy is four-times married, asbestos-protected Tommy Manville. After witnessing the opening performance of See My Lawyer, Manville went on to a nightclub. There, reported spry Columnist Leonard Lyons, Manville encountered Actor Nugent, and putting his arms around Nugent's shoulders, murmured: "Thank you so much for not having made me out a ridiculous character...
...brownstone mansion on sedate James Street that houses the Syracuse (N. Y.) Museum of Fine Arts. Cause: the assembling, judging and opening of the eighth annual National Ceramic Exhibition. For ceramists, the occasion was excuse for a jolly get-together, as well as a chance to see what other designers were up to. Lay folk could admire and be amused by the assorted exhibits. Sum of their reaction: bric-a-brac is coming back...