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...high cost of living, ending with Nancy arriving to reclaim the forgotten groceries ("You were a big help, Guv!"), bantered farm problems over the back fence with Estes Kefauver, cavorted about a well-clipped lawn with his dog Muldoon (who chewed the lapel off a soundman's jacket). Said Film-Maker Herschell Lewis: "The attempt is to make the viewer realize that Stevenson is actually like the guy next door...
...began collecting money for the poor as well as clothes. In his room was a small altar dedicated to St. Anthony of Padua, and he spent more and more of his free time in church, singing hymns and learning psalms. Even on the hottest days he never removed his jacket, considering it indecent to show his bare arms. But his priest, Don Aniello Noto, was displeased to learn that the good boy had been expanding his charity operations. In some of his fan letters he received substantial checks, even from two Protestant groups in Switzerland and Austria. Inevitably the time...
...economy is a job as curator of a rubbish dump in London's bombed-out East End. Slightly addled but still marvelously eloquent after his life in the trenches, Old Cock has one friend, known only as "Arp" (from the initials on his Air Raid Precautions uniform jacket). A bomb had deprived Arp of everything -house, family, name, memory and speech. But Old Cock talks enough for two-his language flows like pig's ear in a boozer on Saturday night and is rich as hot gammon. In a country of free teeth he has only five blackened...
...Jewish shopkeeper, Mankowitz took himself on a scholarship to Cambridge, ran a shop, became an authority on Wedgwood china, worked as a film scenarist. He writes best about what he knows best: the cockney. His unforgettable cockney Quixote belongs not (as Novelist Elizabeth Bowen suggests on the book jacket) with James Joyce but with Joyce Gary's articulate and wonderful crew of loudmouthed Londoners...
...white. But Anne is rarely that gushy, precious or explicit. Indeed, though she sees with a child's fresh eye, she has a special gift for the macabre. She raises an unlikely chill with the tale of a lady whose poodle comes to tea in a dinner jacket. She turns a trick of perspective to eerie effect by playing out the story of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar with a cast of sewer rats. Her most persistent theme: a lament over man's inhumanity to beasts. As a thoughtful cat tells a shepherd dog in a message from...