Word: womanfully
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Scooper de Gandt. No alluring French woman but a man whose blood is a mix ture of French and Belgian scooped the story of the Dictator's fall for his U. S. employers, the United Press. They put the news on their wires six hours ahead of competitors, kept on firing out detail after detail through an anxious day, while other news services periodically reported the official denials of the Spanish censor...
...also devise such ill-assembled, trivial drama as Recapture, which deals with the efforts of an ex-wife (Ann Andrews) and ex-husband (Melvyn Douglas) to regain the bliss of their honeymoon in its original vicinity near Vichy, France. The man becomes practically convinced that reunion is desirable. The woman feels sure it is not. Their differences are settled when she is killed in the collapse of a hotel elevator. This florid metal grill contrivance, in the best open Gallic style, is the most interesting element, architectural or personal, in the play...
Frenchman Mauny also took occasion to say: "The masses, however, do not seem to have too much need for art?in their old forms, at any rate. Perhaps the rhythm of their life is too brutal. Perhaps the American woman, a perfect living masterpiece, dispenses all the beauty needed for the country...
...seems to know the student who first called "O Rinehart," and few know about Rinehart himself. It seems, however, that after graduation he began the practice of law in New York, becoming interested in politics. In 1916 he was sued for a large amount by an elderly woman who declared he had misused securities she had turned over to him. In connection with this he spent a short while in jail. Afterward, he tried to reenter politics, but unsuccessfully. When the war started he joined the army, being stationed in Georgia, where he was judge advocate of his outfit...
Heavyset, square-faced, unhandsome, awkward, Henri Beyle had many mistresses, but in his whole life loved only one woman besides his mother: Mathilde Visconti. She was faithful to her husband, and would have none of Henri. Proud of his English, he could not make himself understood in London when he wanted to buy a jar of jam. His books were not successful; the publisher of one of them wrote to him: "The book must be sacred-nobody seemed even to dare to touch it." His friends were not sure of him: his remarks, written and printed, might have been irony...