Word: sweete
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Young Marshal rises daily at 6 a.m.,' fishes, hunts, putters in his vegetable garden, reads and naps until bedtime at 9 p.m. His loneliness is shared by "a beautiful and sweet girl who has good handwriting." Her name is Miss Chow. She writes poems and so does Chang. A sample of his verse, smuggled out to a Communist publication, was reprinted at week's end in Banker H. H. Kung's conservative Shih Shih Hsin...
...authority on the city's clergymen and its bookies, its main streets and back alleys. As a young sports writer, he uncovered the 1919 Black Sox scandal, later got a scoop on the Lindbergh kidnaping ransom note. Unlike the city editors of fiction, he is full of sweet 'reasonableness with his admiring staff of "Reutlinger's Rats...
...hitter that was a prime cut above the average no-hitter. This time luck had practically nothing to do with it; the 27-year-old Iowa strong-boy had just.rared back and blown down the Yankees, baseball's most fearsome array of sluggers. The victory tasted doubly sweet after two recent defeats and press-coop barbs that Feller's $45,000-a-year right arm was losing its sting...
...veteran (Alan Ladd), suspected of his wife's murder, goes up against most of the law & disorder in Hollywood before he discovers who killed her. The cynical crispness of atmosphere, character, and knowledge of the cold half-world, roughly approximated in films like Double Indemnity and Murder, My Sweet, has seldom been excelled since the early 1930s...
Gene Fowler (Timber Line; Good Night, Sweet Prince, etc.). who once, in his maverick days, described himself as "an American peasant," is now an independent movie producer, and lives in a four-bedroom house of "West Los Angeles baroque" which, he says, looks like a Cunard liner. He used to write Hollywood movie scripts at $2.750 a week. Before that, as managing editor of the old New York American, he liked to lean back in his editorial chair and play an accordion to drown out the roaring of the Hearst press. Earlier still, as a wild young newspaperman in Denver...