Word: wilde
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...That part of the fundamental philosophy of the New Deal which has come nearest to unanimous approval has been the resolve 'It must not happen again.' The determination to prevent the recurrence of wild booms and profound depressions has motivated some of the Administration's best work. . . . Now the Administration proposes a tax plan which, tosses overboard this sound philosophy. . . . The proposal is to prevent the accumulation of corporate surpluses by a prohibitive tax of about 33⅓%. The principle is unsound. It is analogous to levying a prohibitive tax upon individual life insurance premiums. Surpluses...
...Wild ducks suffer from bad marksmen as well as from good ones. Shot that falls into the water sinks to the bottom where ducks mistake it for roughage such as gravel or sand. They eat it, die a month or so later of paralysis caused by lead poisoning...
...happy young farmer, Joaquin (Warner Baxter),runs wild after his farm has been seized, his young wife (Margo) raped, his brother lynched, himself flogged. Gathering a huge band of outlaws, he ravages the State from end to end, not, like Robin Hood, to protect the common people, but solely for bloody revenge. Result is the goriest picture of the year, well-acted, beautifully photographed, but prevented from being a second Viva Villa by its sententious moralizing, its frequent digression into scenes suited only to light operetta...
...were in a nightmare, now as if he were in a lecture hall, the spectator watches Clyde's progress through his uncle's collar factory, his break with the workers in the drying room, his seduction of Roberta, his bashful meeting with Sondra, his wild joy when Sondra proposes to him, his wild despair when Roberta tells him she is going to have a baby. In a final burst of speed, the drama skips the actual murder, winds up with a half-symbolic, half-realistic trial scene, which concludes with the voices of the jury sending Clyde...
...speak against the wind, Driving my lost words down it like wild ducks...