Word: sweete
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...closed with a gooey, sentimental ballad called Contented, sung by a weepy-voiced tenor ("I'm on heaven's own doorstep, so contented with you"). Between the moo and the mush, the Carnation Milk Co. poured out a half hour of semi-classical music as thick and sweet as its product. To keep its Contented Hour flowing smoothly, Carnation also hired such big names as Bonelli and Swarthout...
...down with Symington and held a joint press conference. Alcoa, they announced, had decided to give the use of its patents covering extraction of alumina from bauxite to the Federal Government. It can license operators of Government-owned plants to compete with Alcoa. In an atmosphere perfumed with sweet reasonableness, Wilson told why Alcoa had done it. Said he: "Mr. Symington is a very fine salesman...
...wild West Country, in the 17th Century, no family could hold a candle to the wild Grenviles. "There was some quality in the race, some white undaunted spirit bred in their bones . . . surging through their blood." When roisterous Sir Richard, most dashing of all the Grenviles, met bitter-sweet Mistress Honor Harris over a dinner of roast swan and burgundy, their seismic passion rocked the country. "Oh wild betrothal, startling and swift . . .!" Gossips recounted how he had ". , . shamed me in a room in Plymouth . . . carried me [away] by force-[that] I ... lived as his mistress for three months-[but] Richard...
...Once you leave the Hostel," concluded L'Ordre, "the nightmare is ended. Outside, the air is fresh, the sky blue. How sweet is our era of the atomic bomb! If you don't think so, visit the Three Mallets and forget your torments by reliving those of others...
Cornered (RKO Radio) is ex-Crooner Dick Powell's second try (The first: Murder, My Sweet) in the sort of unshaven, tough-talking role usually reserved for Humphrey Bogart. This time Powell is a Canadian flyer, an ex-prisoner of the Nazis, with an ugly scar on his close-cropped head and a frozen scowl on his face. He is out to get the dirty collaborationist who murdered his young French wife. The chase takes him to South America and into a nest of fashionably dressed, fast-living people who are plainly plotting the next Nazi war of aggression...