Word: shopgirl
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...automobile. His wife moped in her mother's big, heavily mortgaged house in Brooklyn, blamed herself when their baby died, blamed Bob when, after a gloomy weekend, he seemed glad to get back on the road. Bob took to padding his expense account, almost slept with a shopgirl in Boston, began to feel trapped. But when the old lady died, they found an insurance policy...
Mannequin (Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer). When Actress Joan Crawford, in the lithe chic of a $2.98 bathing suit, adjusts her shopworn profile to a summer night and sighs to her handsome vis-a-vis, "why do you suppose the moon is always bigger on Saturday night?," a million understanding shopgirl hearts sigh with her. And when, temporarily exalted to a swank Manhattan penthouse, Joan looks over the parapet at the twinkling city, "piled up against the dark," many a less lyric lass wishes that she, too, might sometime be so pent...
...Last of Mrs. Cheyney" is from the old play by Fredric Lonsdale, and its theme is really a rather hackneyed one. As the Loews publicity sheet puts it, the heroine "takes London society by storm, is the recipient of proposals of marriage from millionaires and peers;" in fact, the shopgirl's dream. You've seen it done before, but the present cast and Boleslawki's direction make it sufficiently diverting. It is not up to some of its predecessors, but compared to "Dangerous Number" it is brilliant--or will be if seeing "Dangerous Number" first doesn't make you made...
Rumania's Dowager-Queen has had writer's itch for some time and has not held her hand from scratching it. Many a shopgirl has tingled over Marie's royal reminiscences (The Story of My Life...
Like her autobiography, Masks was aimed nowhere in particular but hits the shopgirl public right under the fifth rib. Even Publisher Button describes the story as "pure romance." If Masks had been published anonymously, readers could have deduced that its author had led a sheltered life but had not been sufficiently protected from far-fetched fiction of the baser sort. Rewritten into cinemantics, it might be palmed off as Art, but it would need a Garbo to complete the illusion...