Word: victorians
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Richard O'Riley (Ripley Publishing Co., 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...
...Victorian Age, Red Plush is one of those placid novels that wallow in family trivia, delight in minor, certain-to-be-resolved family crises and snicker at family eccentrics. The family is accorded an existence of its own, dominating and dwarfing the individual characters; it becomes a sort of metaphysical entity, unexplored and uncriticized, that remains firm and true, regardless of the peccadilloes of its members. The reader is therefore seldom aroused about the fate of any individual Moorhouse. For even if erratic David were to choose the wrong bride (though he does not) or if moody Phoebe were...
...Plush records the gradual social ascent of the muttony Moorhouses during the Victorian Era: their little intrigues, their innumerable dinners and tea parties, their meandering, witless conversations and their damp love affairs. (Like all good bourgeois, the Moorhouses reject the wild delights of love for the solid comforts of money and status...
While the Duchess of Kent was away from home, someone got into her rambling Victorian country place (Coppins, in Buckinghamshire), snitched a police whistle that London bobbies had given the pretty widow for use in just such an emergency...
Having, in his tractarian zeal for driving home the idea of human responsibility, made the Birlings look like a pack of Victorian villains, Playwright Priestley suddenly begins to backtrack. Perhaps, he suggests, the young girl-whom each Birling had known by a different name-was really a great many different girls. Or perhaps the Birlings' visitor (Thomas Mitchell), who certainly didn't act like a police inspector, wasn't one. Perhaps there had never even been a suicide. Perhaps. . . . In his last 20 minutes, Playwright Priestley has a high old time perhapsing. Unfortunately, he has been prosing...