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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Arriving in Manhattan for the opening of Lillian Russell, new movie in which they have a reminiscent sequence, Oldtime Funnymen Joe ("Mike") Weber, 72, and Lew ("Meyer") Fields, 73, promptly went into their 63-year-old act at Grand Central Terminal: Meyer cuffed Mike, shook him like an apple tree. When they paused for breath, Weber growled: "All people ever wanted to see us for is to watch Lew knock the hell out of me." Mourned
...capital (securities, cash) of his big Atlas Corp. for new stock in Curtiss-Wright Corp., owner of the No. 1 U. S. aircraft& -engine backlog (TIME, April 1). Announced by Mr. Odium with the approval of Curtiss-Wright's President Guy Warner Vaughan, this super-Burbank financial tree-grafting took Wall Street by surprise, filled at least one class of Curtiss-Wright stockholders with articulate alarm...
Often Traveler Daniels says in his velvety way that he didn't like it. Of the modern motor highway: "Instead of Connecticut, the rider sees mile after mile of identical right of way prettified with a million dollars' worth of grass and tree. ..." He has a quiet eye for the significantly grotesque: "A gymnasium which looks like a cathedral backs up in New Haven to a dark yard where boys play ball beside a huge garbage heap where first base ought...
NIGHT IN BOMBAY-Louis Bromfield -Harper ($2.50). Louis Bromfield once looked like a good novelist (The Green Bay Tree, The Strange Case of Miss Annie Spragg); he now seems to be a pretty good guy. To his farm at Mansfield, Ohio, lanky Louis Bromfield returned this spring from a bout of $3,000-a-week screenwriting in Hollywood, settled down to scientific agriculture. Night in Bombay is a full-blown example of meretricious fiction, conditioned almost to the point of innocence by long practice in commercial writing, displaying at every critical point the artistic acumen of a flashy sophomore. Novelist...
...studio were a little ashamed of it. There is nothing to be ashamed of. It rattles pleasantly enough down its well-worn groove, lubricated by a flow of bright quips and excellent performances by Roland Culver as a jut-jawed naval commander, David Tree as his lovesick rival. But it is chiefly notable as a demonstration of what eye-rolling Ellen Drew and eyebrow-lifting Ray Milland can be made to do by a capable director-Anthony Asquith, who co-directed Pygmalion...