Word: bleakness
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Most Heavily Taxed? Thus Chancellor Chamberlain did not much alter the tax status quo conjured up by that bleak British boast, "We are the world's most heavily taxed people...
Under the bleak late-Victorian beamed roof of Westminster Church House last week sat the Worshipful Frederick Keppel North, Chancellor of the Diocese of Norwich, at the head of an ecclesiastical court to hear charges preferred by the Lord Bishop of Norwich against Rev. Harold F. Davidson. Church House was packed with prebendaries, minor canons, curates, newshawks. By nightfall British readers grew pop-eyed over the details of "the most sensational trial in church history." the trial of the "lewd rector of Stiffkey...
...might have been built to either of them, but there was nothing for it but to ally the two and call it Winthrop House. There can be no question that externally it is the most drab and austere of all the Houses. The Students' Common Room is a rather bleak expanse which suppresses rather than fosters congeniality, the dining room with its undershot alcove has a bit of the steamship about it but is an interesting architectural device and serves its proper purpose. Confronted by the Statler-like dining room of Standish the designers strove mightily to transform it into...
...flip gigolo (Ben Lyon) and an elderly fortune hunter (Albert Conti), who commits suicide when she declines his offer of marriage. Returned to the U. S., she finds that her subterfuges, though a shade more extreme than she had intended them to be, have answered their purpose. A bleak young man of fashion (David Manners) rebukes her at a dance and follows her eagerly into the street when she leaves, as she had hoped he would. Good shot: Constance Bennett falling fast asleep in a café and dreaming that her gigolo has become overenthusiastic about his duties...
Devonshire, pleasantest county in Britain, has a bleak centre. Midway between Plymouth and Exeter lies Dartmoor, a silent ocean of grey, treeless hills that support nothing but gorse, primroses in spring, and a few water-logged sheep. In its middle lies a grim, grey prison...