Word: sweets
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Morgan) a lurid account of her past. Just when it occurs to the soldier to regard this as fiction, the Spanish Grandee arrives to carry his fiancee back to France. Nonetheless, when last seen, Capt. Warrington and Marietta are riding off happily together through some mountains while yodeling "Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life...
...make cinemaddicts wonder why Hollywood's operetta impresarios bother to invent stodgy plots for their productions instead of adapting the up-to-date inventions of the past. Admirers of Victor Herbert will not need to be reminded that the score of Naughty Marietta contains, in addition to "Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life," such minor classics as "I'm Falling in Love with Someone," "The Italian Street Song," and "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp." Eddy and Jeanette MacDonald sing them to perfection and Naughty Marietta can be applauded, like One Night of Love (TIME, Sept. 14), as a worthy example...
Oldsters remember Winsor McCay less for his editorial drawings than for "Little Nemo," whose Adventures in Slumberland were a high spot of Sunday comic supplements 25 years ago. Nemo was a sweet-faced little boy supposedly inspired by Artist McCay's son Robert Winsor. He moved through a fabulous world of clouds and seas and palaces, drawn in delicate color. His companions, natives of Slumberland, were a lovely little Princess, daughter of King Morpheus; an officious, green-faced fellow named Flip who always wore a yellow top hat and held a long cigar between his huge lips; a grass...
Sentimentalists in general, as well as all those who believe themselves lovers of the sweet, story-book atmosphere of the old South, will find more than enough solace for their souls in the current offering at the Met. For "Mississippi," starring Bing Crosby and W. C. Fields, very nearly runs over at times in its attempts to pull at the heartstrings of the audience...
...stomachs of those who have never experienced an Eliot House repast, there may lurk the false assumption that Lowell House has a monopoly on worm-ridden fish, bad eggs, wizened grape-fruit, oily orange-juice, moribund chops, all-wool pancakes, bilious liver, vegetables that smell as sweet by any other name, and so forth, down the pallid lists of the oleaginous concatenation of convalescing vitamins served at room temperature and garnished with the cadavers of the insect world. My gorge rises at the thought! I challenge any of the seven cross-sections to greater right to complaint. For the honor...