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...They didn't have halos, they didn't have wings, but what they didn't have, they didn't need," and the Angel sisters from Glenby Falls didn't have plenty of what they didn't need. Paramount, however, had Betty Hutton, Dorothy Lamour, Diana Lynn, and Mimi Chandler...
...Angels are four sisters of that name in Glenby Falls, N.Y. They want to help their widowed father buy a farm where he can indulge his passion for raising soybeans. Nancy Angel (Dorothy Lamour) wants to be an artist, Bobby (Betty Hutton) an ace reporter, Patti (Mimi Chandler) a Shakespearean actress, Josie (Diana Lynn) a composer. Between daydreams and quarrels they pick up spare cash by staging musical acts at a local roadhouse. There they run afoul of a transient bandleader, Happy Marshall (Fred MacMurray), who promptly advises Cinemactress Lamour: "Let's not fight this thing...
...Dorothy Lamour and her husband, Army Air Forces Captain William Ross Howard III, entered their cottage at Arrowhead Springs Hotel, heard a rustle in the wastebasket, investigated. Announced Captain Howard: "It's a cat." He overturned the basket, said: "Scat!" The skunk scatted. So did the Howards...
...Dorothy Lamour received a letter from a Czechoslovakian soldier stationed in Great Britain: "I love you very much. I dream about you every night. Please send me a carton of American cigarets...
Riding High (Paramount), with Dorothy Lamour, Victor Moore and Dick Powell all astraddle it and spurring like mad, gallops through some handsome Technicolored Arizona landscapes and fetches up nowhere in particular. Originally, Paramount planned a film about the Calgary Stampede. What emerges is a complicated musical involving a show girl (Dorothy Lamour) whose father owns a dud silver mine, a counterfeiter (Victor Moore) who looks like a snide old deacon, and a young fellow (Dick Powell) who can't decide just how honest is honest enough. Toothy Cass Daley, the pauper's Beatrice Lillie, may tickle groundlings...