Word: warm
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...glittering delegation from the baseball and entertainment worlds affectionately paid homage on NBC-TV to the matriarch of the U.S. theater, Actress Ethel Barrymore, 78. The tasteful mish-maash of misty-eyed reminiscence deeply affected Actress Barrymore. She got a warm message from Sir Winston Churchill, orated by Cinemactor David Niven. Day before the show, inveterate Baseball Fan Barrymore, taking it easy in a wheelchair during tiring rehearsals, batted the breeze with Daughter Ethel Barrymore Colt and some diamond luminaries who later took part in the TV salute-Los Angeles Dodgers Catcher Roy Campanella, NBC Sport Consultant...
...contrast to the cold black and white of this story is the warm gray of Nash's "The Most Proper Tone." It's about a successful history professor's effort to understand his thoroughly unintellectual football player son. Involved in this problem is the professor's general failure to communicate emotionally with other people or even himself. The action centers around a New England prep school football game in which the son takes a leading part...
...magazine-promoting members of Kirkland House surrounding him beamed. The warm nod of approval from John P. Marquand, Pulitzer Prize winning novelist, overseer, and writer-in-residence in the House, had set them up for the evening. They were ready now to listen to the novelist himself and later to discuss his new, unpublished novel with...
...returning her love, only her kisses, and, with what the script called "a fine, quiet steadiness," was called upon to sigh courageously: "I am born again." Though Iris was the kind of frothy pink lady that TV shakes up every day, Margaret gave it the sort of warm, simple-blonde-and-blue-eyed glow that the headier highballs of TV drama often lack...
WRITERS GONE RUSTIC: "Five o'clock finds him up to his elbows in cows. 'The Boy and I finished the milking, and there, in sight of the cows, we sat down with a pail of the rich, warm brew and refreshed ourselves' . . . Then he adds, 'My, how The Boy is shooting up. He is already an inch taller than The Girl.' I don't know what gets into writers when they move to the country. They can't remember the names of their children...