Word: casual
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Fane (Dorothea Wieck) is a widowed cinemactress wrapped up in her child (Baby LeRoy). Agonized when she finds him missing from his crib, she refrains for a time from telling the police. She arranges a rendezvous with the kidnappers but they are frightened off by the appearance of some casual motorcyclists. Miss Fane appeals for help by press and radio, even talks through amplifiers while flying over the length & breadth of California. Her words are heard by a hearty, featherbrained shack-dweller (Alice Brady) who grows suspicious of some mean-looking people who have moved in nearby with a baby...
...shake. When he hears that Neloa has been going around with other men. however, he does his best to emulate "Forenoon," but has no luck. Home for the summer, he finds that Neloa still loves him, according to her lights, but has indeed bestowed her favors on several casual callers. Vridar nearly goes crazy, tries to break with her but can not. Back at college as a vengeful enemy of society, he gets drunk, steals groceries, cheats landladies, goes to dance halls with his pal "Forenoon." Though he does his earnest best as a seducer, something al ways pulls...
...would put in a long distance telephone call and the next grab up the receiver to demand "How about it?" Then he would go striding off down a corridor, pop into someone's office to ask a question, pop out again, race back to his desk. Amiable, casual in manner, he sped callers on their way with "Good luck, old boy. Thanks for coming in." His job was to meet tycoons when they went to Washington with their problems and he had the knack of sending them all away happy whether or not they got what they wanted. Last...
...pathos in the reader by firmly withholding it in herself, to the derisive portrait of an actress called "Glory in the Daytime," her objective skill never falters in making vivid ordinary conversations motivated only by busy curiosity and vapid malice. No one else has her ability to make casual human types seem abysmally fatuous. Just as good in their way are the three or four lighter pieces included in the book. Nothing could be funnier than "The little Hours," an account of Mrs. Parker's midnight rendezvous with La Rochefoucauld. The late Elinor Wylie, who sometimes wrote in a similar...
...Certainly not all of our prison inmates ought to be so treated. American penalism knows the extremes of the Florida sweat-box and the steam-heated cosy little chintz-curtained cells of our more modern institutions. The ideal probably is somewhere in between, with more consideration given to the casual, petty, or youthful wrongdoer, and much less to the case-hardened tough-and-proud-of-it thug and gunman...