Word: dumbness
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...final stage is the "back home again in disillusionment" period, when either Radcliffe or local talent becomes the goal of the world-weary Harvard man. It is at this point that he discovers the naive beauty of the Pine Manor belle. She's always dumb but often rich, and though her regulations are stupidly strict, she can be persuaded to "check out to the library" on warm evenings...
...newspaper printing anything although everybody and his dog knows she is here. ... As I suppose is usual in these cases-although this is our first-people seem quite baffled because the papers do not carry a story. . . . At any rate any spies within 100 miles would be pretty dumb if they hadn't gathered the rudiments of the news about...
...married couple faces a situation like this. Most women would go to Reno and call it a day. I want to see it through. . . . If we wait perhaps John and I will be all the better and finer for it. ... There won't be the blind devotion, the dumb trust, but there will be a new understanding. . . . This is something all men go through. . . . This isn't a break. . . . I've submerged myself for John Steinbeck. I became part of him. I wrote verse. I put it aside. Nothing mattered but John. . . ." / / Composer Walter Joseph Donaldson...
...posed for innumerable publicity stills (says she: "damnedest leg art you ever saw"), inadvertently landed a part in the chorus of the Broadway musical Smiles, played innumerable simpering glamor-girl parts for Columbia and RKO, in 1937 was out of work. Nice handling of a part as a dumb stenographer in Trade Winds, after a year's separation from the cinema, brought her to the attention of Producer Ruben...
Miss Sothern has an intuitive understanding of the adroitly dumb Maisie. But she is leary of becoming too closely identified with the character. Says she: "I love Maisie, but I'm damned if I want to be Maisie forever. . . . When people on the street holler at you, 'Hi there, Maisie!', you begin to wonder whether you're Ann Sothern or just that nice bag Maisie...