Word: friendly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...been making $30,000 a year as a lawyer in St. Louis. Living modestly by Washington standards, he had gone steadily into the red on the White House job. For the last 2½ years, a St. Louis friend whom Clifford describes only as "an older man of substantial means" has been helping him out. "He has sort of taken an interest in me since I started practice," said Clifford. "He felt that I was needed in Government and he told me that he would, as it were, subsidize me and to go ahead and draw on him for what...
...seemed an open & shut case. A 205-Ib. barkeeper named Jim Comber, half seas over from a night of drinking, had brawled with a drunken companion on a Philadelphia street. The friend staggered and fell; witnesses hurrying to work at dawn saw Jim Comber kick him repeatedly in the head after he was down. Minutes later the man was dead. The prosecution asked for a second-degree murder conviction. Judge Joseph Sloane, summing up, told the jurors: "I do not see how you can find the defendant not guilty...
...Brien chronicles all Ana's ecstasies and woes. Rich in period costumes, and richer in theatrical cliches,' That Lady accelerates now & then from the speed of a glacier to that of glue. It is enacted, moreover, in whaleboned prose: characters address one another as "dear friend." and favor such pronunciations as "princess...
...neurotic intellectual playchildren so short on real character and appeal that they seem hardly worth saving. The death of one and the madness of the other seem appropriate but by no means tragic ends. Much as she cares for Port, Kit makes love to his best friend and tripmate, Tunner, in a train compartment, again on a sand dune as Port lies dying. Kit and Port, with their indistinct backgrounds and motives, are largely novelist's puppets, and Tunner is a collard lightweight who is used to fill out the classic triangle...
...Unless somebody does or says something horribly mean to me," wrote Lafcadio Hearn to a friend, "I can't do certain kinds of work-the tiresome kinds, that compel a great deal of thinking...