Word: wits
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...about the play. Fancy fell back on reincarnation as a basis for farce, and told of a sculptress and an art critic who-after all sorts of meetings and matings, B.C. and A.D.-finally meet and marry in 1952. The play, which promptly closed, had only some scattered Kaufman wit to recommend it. A banal farce, it made the even worse mistake of being an altogether brassy fantasy that wisecracked wide open, hours before...
...mood of the conferences was businesslike but relaxed, often livened by dry Churchillian wit. At one point, Churchill's old military adviser, Lord Ismay, trying to break the Anglo-American deadlock over a new standardized rifle, suggested: "Isn't there some bastard Anglo-American type of fitting that could be adapted?" Churchill twinkled: "Oh, Lord Ismay, I must ask you to guard your language. I am an Anglo-American type, you know...
...play currently offered at the Brattle Theatre is neither the best nor the worst play Bernard Shaw has written. It is a typical potpouri of cynicism and moralizing, seasoned with a dash of melodrama and presented with wit and enthusiasm...
...Gertie" is not, as the title might suggest, the latest in the interminable line of sugar-coated whimseys dealing with precocious teen-agers. It is, rather, a sophisticated comedy of modern manners, more reminiscent of Noel Coward than of Corliss Archer. Enid Bagnold's dry English wit rescues her new comedy-drama from the pitfalls of its situation and deftly transforms an apparently standard British household into a group of extraordinarily unstandard living people...
...first concerts showed a mature wit, a flair for character dancing, and a feel for American material (forty-niners, chorines, Civil War vaudevillians). The critics clapped, but the going was hard. For the next half-dozen years, Agnes lived on a small allowance from her father, eked out with an occasional bond from her mother's badly depressed stack of securities. "Good heavens, baby," gasped Uncle Cecil in the innocence of his millions, "are you in this for your health...