Word: snow
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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That night there is snow, and its soft silent falling does much to cool his feverish vacation marathon. He finds that the mad dashings, the enforced gaieties which have so far characterized his holiday activities have now a thin crust of ice tinging their edges. In a so-white, so-virginal, so-hushed world, it becomes unseemly to talk loudly and vacuously with hometown people, to rush hastily from place to place, and to find final lodgement at the noisiest, the most crowded, most frenzied party-dance. But that is what everyone he knows insists on doing. And likewise...
Outside it is much better. The sedan charts its own course to quieter sectors. Soon it leaves behind the slush of city streets and climbs through untrammeled snow, higher and higher, then circles back and stops, looking down on the city which twinkles in the distance. The heater buzzes efficiently. The radio along breaks the silence with soft chords...
...STAR OVER CHINA-Edgar Snow -Random House...
...deep drifts of artificial snow, cold storage poultry, painfully quaint mannerisms and hideously false joviality which load this tender fable, certain genuine bits stand out by contrast. One is Reginald Owen's well modulated performance as Scrooge, which should long remain a model for enthusiastic neophyte actors who essay this role in high-school productions of the same work. Another is the reading of the nerve-racking part of Tiny Tim by eleven-year-old Terry Kilburn, who almost manages to make his notorious curtain line (''God bless us every one") seem warranted under the circumstances. Least...
Although Miss Benie called her work as a movie star much harder than that as an Olympic champion, she declared that after cash number of her snow she felt as if she were "coming out of a Turkish bath." In fact she complained of being in continuous hurry and dash: at 3 o'clock Monday morning she will leave Boston after 37 shows in 40days. "And then a five day rest,--think goodness!" Miss Henie sighed, and dimpled. She expected to spend most of this time in the arms of Morpheus--god of sleep...