Word: tenderizing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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This kiddie-car plot will not dismay admirers of Novelist James Hilton, who have learned that his vehicles are always freighted with something worth unloading. In Goodbye, Mr. Chips it was Tender Sentiment; in Lost Horizon it was Thrilling Adventure; in this picture it is Gripping Realism. The story, which takes place in a British mill town between wars, sets forth in sweeping Hiltonian periods the author's social beliefs; he is squarely back of good government and sanitation, strongly opposed to alcoholism...
...cowed by the fashions of up-to-the-minute taste. Either they are still unrecovered from their burns from the Auden-Spender firecracker of the '30s (Marx, Freud, Oxford, pathos and wisecracks), or they have slumped into a pale, desiccated romanticism ("Sleep, my love, now love is over. . . . Tender about you, my arms will cover...
Last weekend, however, I stayed in Trumbull College, Yale, and ate several meals there. We enjoyed rare roast beef that was tender and tasty, milk in individual paper bottles, and choice of dessert, including crackers and fancy cheese. This, I learned, is the usual quality of the fare of Yale men who even see an occasional lamb chop. The amazing thing is they pay only $10 per week for this delicious repast...
...Hanover, N.H.; $1), came out last week. It covered twelve eastern women's colleges,† included maps of each campus and hints on how to act there: "The Vassar campus boasts everything from a nine-story Tudor dormitory to the unhappy Victorian 'Main' Building-a tender spot to loyal Vassarians, so try and keep a straight face when you see it." Other tips: ¶ Wellesley : "The major pastime is long walks . . . with a little ingenuity you can stay lost all day." ¶ Skidmore: "A few precautions should be taken. . . . All is lost, if you try to take...
...About Town is more than a complex piece of Clair irony. It is also a simple hymn to Paris. In the opening shot of the film, the camera kisses the cool, wet cobblestones of an alley. The screen is full of tender glances at rust-crusted sinks, at the lovelight in the eyes of streetlamps, at tired mustaches, at a street fiddler's tobacco-stained teeth, and at lovely women who (in a travesty of nostalgia) all look alike...