Word: agent
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Hero Casanova Jones, "a gentleman sober, a gentleman blotto," is a Prohibition agent whose wife runs a speakeasy. Beautiful but thick Annabel Cloy imagines herself a poet, and is overjoyed when Casanova, pretending to be a publisher, says he will print her Poems of Passion, is enraged when she discovers his duplicity. From this out, the plot becomes more and more revue-worthy. In the end Casanova, in a vain attempt to regain Annabel's affections, goes deliberately to jail by selling liquor on the street. His example becomes popular...
Harvard President Karl Taylor Compton of M. I. T. LL.D. Seymour Parker Gilbert, onetime Agent General for Reparations LL.D. Frederick Perry Fish, patent lawyer, onetime (1901-07) President of American Bell Telephone Co. and American Telephone & Telegraph Co. LL.D. Orville Wright, pioneer aviator LL.D...
Record. For years Capt. Frederick H. Becker, expert pilot, agent for Laird Airplane Co. (instructor of Capt. Joseph Medill Patterson and the latter's daughter Alicia), had not suffered a serious accident. Last week Capt. Becker flew a $25,000 Laird biplane from Roosevelt Field to Poughkeepsie, N. Y., there overshot the field, cracked up. He climbed into another Laird, reached Roosevelt Field 2 hr. after his first takeoff, struck a soft patch of ground, cracked up. Said Capt. Becker, emerging still unhurt from the second wreck: "Well, I guess that's a record...
...Theodore Anthony White is a picaresque rascal, a newspaperman. He lands in Los Angeles about as broke as usual, gets a job on a morning paper, is taken drunk, loses his job, wakes up next morning entangled in Hollywood. Successively, never too successfully, he is scenario writer, press agent, blackmailer, entertainer in a bawdy house. To a friend who asks him if he likes the last job better than being in a studio, Hero White replies: "Well, you work with a better class of people...
...press agent he is once ordered by his temperamental employer, a woman, to give a tea for the press. With misgivings he obeys. After the tea is over, this is what he sees : ''A beautiful Chinese urn had been smashed. A chair had been hurled through a studio window. Someone had danced on the polished floor with hobnails. There were nine burns from abandoned cigarets in the expensive rug. A drink had been spilled in the grand piano. Someone had left a lighted cigar on a mahogany side table. An entire bottle of ginger ale had been prankishly...