Word: womans
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...these refugees, sitting on their pathetic bundles or clutching them with the strength of despair. What did these simple, bewildered people seize in the moment of panic? A small Turkish carpet, a radio, a sewing machine were among the treasures. A three-year-old hugged his pet pigeon. One woman brought a battered aluminum chamberpot. Hour after hour they sat, waiting for barges, British landing craft and other odd boats now doing ferry service across the blue bay to Acre." Other thousands fled to the Arab-held hills near Nablus...
...night after the election, until the small hours of the morning, Rome's people crowded around the column of Marcus Aurelius in the Piazza Colonna. laughing and slapping each other's backs. "Let's go home!" cried one woman. "The danger is over." While Romans celebrated democracy's victory, swarms of the city's ragged children roamed the streets, tearing down election posters in order to sell them as scrap for a few lire. It was a sharp reminder that the danger was far from over. The victors still had a price...
...taken up public life since winning the $17,590 Mrs. Hush (Clara Bow) contest. "A lot of civic groups asked me to make speeches. I ran for the school board and made it. If I hadn't won the contest the town never would have put a woman on the school board." At first Mrs. McCormick was a cynosure: "People arrived from hundreds of miles around, just to look at me. They made pilgrimages . . . If I didn't come to the door, they peered in the windows...
Less typical was another deal which red-faced Mr. Germany described as a "tremendous donation of the stockholders for the benefit of this woman." The woman is Miss Alice Hansen, 3 5-year-old blonde president of Manhattan's Pittsburgh Steel Mill Co., a brokerage firm. She had a contract with Lone Star to buy 105,000 tons of pig iron at $39 a ton. She had put no cash down, and, said Germany, there was no way Lone Star could have collected if she had failed to make good...
With so much dough riding the throw, Duvivier carefully hedged his bet. His script tore down Tolstoy's complex scaffolding of historico-religious theory, eliminated the subplots, preserved only the central study of a falling woman, with a few glimpses of the high society she fell from. This might have been sufficient if the film had also saved a suggestion of the dreadful glacier-creep of Tolstoy's characterization. Instead, the camera work is uniformly uninspired, and the psychological glacier dissolves into teary slush...