Word: staleness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Thus, he argued, the breasty covers not only leave a stale taste in the purchaser's mouth, but are just not good business. On this basis, Armitage continued, book-reading can never compete in the entertainment field with "such superbly packaged rivals as radio, movies, and television...
A.I.R.W.C.P.A. Davis has a small and untidy room-No. 5-on the second floor of the Hótel des Etats-Unis, down a corridor that is redolent with the smell of stale fried potatoes. He works there at a plain wooden table littered with typescript. He is the head of the "Association for the International Registry of World Citizens and People's Assembly." His admirers-in France they are legion-call him le petit homme. In the 26-year-old, carrot-topped, pleasant, shrewd and slightly corny Air Forces veteran they profess to see an authentic symbol...
That Wonderful Urge (20th Century-Fox) is a stale, wearisome slapstick sermon on the text "You, Too, Can Be Happy, Though Rich." The example is a tabloid reporter (Tyrone Power) who writes scurrilous stories about a chain-store heiress (Gene Tierney). Disguised as a playboy-author, he pursues her to Sun Valley, and she develops an odd urge to share more of her time-and maybe her millions-with him. To most reporters, this might seem like very sweet vengeance, if you can get it; to Reporter Power, the whole idea is repugnant...
...into the carpet with the best of the professional Milquetoasts; he can be equally amusing as a self-fancied Don Juan who struts only to trip. But here he is the victim of a greater incongruity-a script that manages to make sex look pretty stale...
...place was crowded with more that people. Shades of Aunt Hagar and Sister. Kate filtered through the smoke and a lil ol' muskrat rambled in. For two solid hours in that staid Lowell House cubicle there were ladies of the new Orleans evening and the stale smell of K.C. gin. But for the grim visage of Abbot Lawrence Lowell above the fireplace it might have been any backroom in Chicago back in the days when Cicero was Cicero and not an essay in Life magazine...