Word: war
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Despite its gummy spots, e.g., a trite pep talk by Chaplain Leon Ames explaining to a battle-hardened gang of veterans why they are fighting, Battleground is the sternest studio-made war film since The Story of GI Joe. On the debit side, each soldier is given a bit of colorful routine that is tiresomely underlined every time the soldier is seen: Private Douglas Fowley loses or clicks his store-bought teeth; ex-Editor John Hodiak mourns over the fact that his wife in Sedalia knows more about the battle than he does. But Director William Wellman threads...
...whole godly clan gave her dirty looks. Vulcan ran to father Jupiter like a spoiled brat crying, "I want Mars to keep his hands off her! If he doesn't, I'll break his neck!" Actually, Vulcan had nothing to fear from Mars. The god of war was better looking, but Vulcan had all his hair. Venus' real weakness was not gods but men, something her mother-in-law was shrewd enough to suspect...
...James Chesnut was 38 when the Civil War began. Highbred and lively, daughter of a governor of South Carolina and wife of a Confederate Senator, she was the sort of Charleston hostess to whom Jefferson Davis, Stephen Mallory, Alexander Stephens, Robert Toombs and other pillars of the Confederacy told state secrets...
When Lincoln was inaugurated, Mrs. Chesnut began to keep a journal. After the war she transcribed her jottings, found that they filled 50 notebooks. At her death in 1886 she left them to a girlhood friend, who had them published in a highly expurgated edition. The re-editing job that Novelist Ben Ames Williams has done on Mary Chesnut may not only change the old picture of a slightly stuffy diarist, it may also alter a few notions of what life in the Confederacy was like...
Since 1937, when Bemelmans uncorked his private stock of anecdote in My War with the United States, he has been showing his sugarwater imitators how it's done. Yet none have been able to match his polite gurgle, his discreet fizz; and none have provided so charming a label as his sketches, or been so deft at dabbing up little literary excesses before they make a mark...