Word: shrillest
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...doors. The second quality was in his colors. As a reaction against the sunny hues of impressionism, the cubists had often painted with what looked like birdlime and various fine shades of mud. Villon reversed the process: his landscapes seethed with the brightest, sharpest and sometimes shrillest colors he could...
Nevertheless, the U.N. was not yet a museum piece. In the midst of crisis, the shrillest pitch of crisis in its history, the U.N. focused the world's attention. The measure of its weakness was that U.N. could not even protect its own mediator, Count Bernadotte, from terrorist murder. The measure of its strength was that every nation, including Russia, took U.N. seriously enough to maneuver vigorously to win its approval or, at least, to evade its disapproval...
Advice to Wooers. Edison couldn't hear the roaring of a train, but when two women who were traveling in it exchanged whispered secrets, he heard every word. He was deaf to the shrillest birdsong-unless it came over his particular amplifying system, the phonograph. He could hear the sharp dots & dashes of the telegraph transmitter, but he couldn't hear a word over Mr. Bell's primitive new telephone-until he took it in hand and helped make a more efficient instrument...
...Grand & Interesting." The shrillest greetings to 1948 came from the official trumpets of world Communism. Boomed Moscow's Pravda: "The age of capitalism is approaching its end." Russian kids, despite Marxist disapproval of all fairy tales except the Marxist one, crowded around Santa Claus (who in Russia is called Grandfather Frost and calls on Jan. 1-see cut). The Moscow radio started the year by broadcasting the cries of a newborn baby. "We don't know your name yet," cooed Announcer Yuri ("The Golden Voice of Victory") Levitan, "but we know you will have a grand and interesting...
Playwright White's aim is not a great deal better, partly because he does not know what he's aiming at. What seems designed as normal-voiced domestic drama all at once ascends to the shrillest coloratura. But though the plot becomes incredible only toward the end, the main characters are unconvincing almost from the start. Mr. White is too much tempted by the passing moment. Save for an occasional taut scene, the play scores only through its playing: Otto Kruger is excellent as Little A, Jessie Royce Landis forceful as his ten-twent-thirt mate...