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...film script, tells a story "about droughts that happen to people," and about how the rains come to a dust-bowl daisy named Lizzie Curry (Katharine Hepburn). Lizzie is a girl who believes she is "as plain as old shoes," and that no man would want to have her underfoot. Nevertheless, she can't help wanting to be there. "Pride? I ran out of that a long time ago," she tells her father (Cameron Prud'Homme) and two brothers (Lloyd Bridges and Earl Holliman). "I just want to be a woman." They rush into town...
...restraint: Marilyn Monroe had landed in England. As she walked into the London Airport lounge, waiting ranks of straining newsmen swept forward, flung aside a police contingent and sent the cinema star flying disheveled behind a counter alcove for refuge. Reporters called hoarsely, hats and notebooks fell underfoot, cameramen jostled, someone bellowed: "Call out the riot squad." Finally, protected by a bar and a police bodyguard, Actress Monroe answered a few questions. But it was enough. Headlined the Sunday Graphic...
...giddy midst of the most extravagant social season since 1938. "The British upper class," wrote the doggedly proletarian New Statesman and Nation, "has got the bit between its teeth. Not since the '30s has it consumed so much bad champagne and dubious caviar, trampled so much broken glass underfoot, and driven so many village dressmakers to profitable distraction. Society is scrambling shakily to its feet again and cocking a tentative snoot at the masses...
...that the attack on Cole was "a warning to all of us that dangerously irresponsible forces are here, which, if given quarter, can result in nothing good for the community ... If we are to have an orderly society, we must first have respect for law. Those who trample it underfoot must be made to feel its certain penalty...
...scene. Crushed together, reporters shouted their questions; photographers climbed on the bar, on tables, stools, railing, on each other's shoulders for height, and, with flashbulbs crunching underfoot, shouted orders at their victim: "Hey, Grace! Looka me!" "Stand up, Grace!" "Take it off, Grace [the hat]!" Other photographers, crowded out onto the deck, whammed their fists against the glass wall to catch her attention. The conference got so out of hand that a pressagent shouted: "Please! Please! Behave like ladies and gentlemen!" Another cried: "This is a press conference, not a riot! Unless you back up and give this...