Word: perfections
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...futile to argue in advertising. So believes Dr. Ernest Dichter, 32-year-old, Vienna-born psychologist. Dr. Dichter is a small, neat, emphatic man who speaks almost perfect English. He studied in Vienna when that city was the No. 1 roosting place for the big birds of psychoanalysis, went to Paris for more study, then back to Vienna for his Ph. D. Two years ago he arrived in the U. S., met a journalist who was fascinated by his ideas and took him to J. Stirling Getchell, Inc., enterprising Manhattan advertisers. In a small, neat Getchell office, small, neat...
...names of Ethel Barrymore, Vincent Sheean and Guthrie McClintic, collected under the head of "International Incident," sound like an eternally perfect triangle, but the illusion is unfortunately brief. In his first stab at playwrighting Mr. Sheean has far from lived up to his share of the bargain. Luckily, though, his chief character is in the hands of Miss Barrymore, who makes every minute of her presence a treat...
...brokers' customers, stockholders of investment trusts. Toward the close of the hearing last fortnight, SEC's grey-haired young inquisitor, Gerhard Gesell, showed however, that the record of insurance companies beyond the control of such strict States as New York and Massachusetts had been something less than perfect...
...recommended her for a job as relief investigator-at-large. She was not exactly what Harry Hopkins could call the right type. Her face was too beautiful, her blonde hair too expensive looking, her long legs too distracting, her clothes too Paris-perfect. He asked about her qualifications. She was 26 years old, had investigated conditions among textile work ers in France and England, had worked on a newspaper in Albany, N. Y., for the United Press in Paris, for the New Republic - a mere fragment of her full story...
...hero, doughy, and cute; the heroine, sultry siren; the ba-ad, ba-a-ad gangster; the well-greased reporter; beefy foto-man; city editor on the perpetual verge of a nervous breakdown; and then, of course, somebody gets murdered just to start things off with a bang. A perfect set-up for a grade-B picture...