Word: swiping
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Jane Wyman) chant their triumphal formula: Be a mess, be a mess, be a mess! And not many revues can offer two full-length parodies that hit at least as many right notes as wrong ones: a musical-comedy Hamlet (with Dick Sykes), which has the good sense to swipe its music, and a Streetcar-like, Salesman-like version of Cinderella as it might have been directed by Elia Kazan...
...veins of my right arm for that man." But Footman Charley is momentarily too busy to take Edie seriously. He is hovering outside the dying butler's bedroom, waiting for the brief coma between life and death when he can safely order young Albert to pop in and swipe the old man's private notebooks, priceless treasures of information about how to work the castle pork barrel-which guests can be touched for tips, what pennies can be pocketed undetected, what overcharges can be got away with...
...goggling French customs officer: "Quelle femme!") In London, Bebe came out foursquare against false bosoms: "I don't wear them [myself] and I never will. A girl must be her very own self. Palsies aren't honest." The U.S. beauty (bust 37, hips 36) also took a swipe at the "French-type" bathing suit: "A dab here, and a bit right down here and back there." Said she righteously: "So much unrestrained nudity has a bad moral effect on men, as well as people generally...
...southpaw to do so well in tournament play, and he did not get to the finals without incident. In the fourth round Policeman Betger graciously conceded a 12-in. putt to his rival Lewis North of Denver (for a halve), gave the latter's ball a swipe with his putter. Cried North, citing the rule book: "You can't do that-I claim the hole." He got it, too, and Betger had to go 19 holes...
...good. The other 24 pieces are brightly lacquered sketches trimmed to New Yorker specifications-deadpan, passionless portraits of cruel children, quietly miserable spinsters, clumsy middle-class drifters, city people lonely in the country. Shirley Jackson accumulates little piles of irrelevant detail, topples them over with the expected sardonic swipe. If she could break out of this mold, she might become one of the U.S.'s best short-story writers...