Word: girlishness
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Alan Littlewood at 21 is a frail, girlish-featured, vain, romantic poetaster, with an acute inferiority complex and a touch of t.b. Mrs. Pawle, blonde, voluptuous, thirtyish, nymphomaniac, is the wife of Alan's doctor, who is a lanky, cynical sadist. The scene of Alan's seduction ought to sell at least a couple of thousand copies. The preliminary scenes are as satirical as they are authoritative; whether they amuse or disgust depends on the reader. But if the reader is amused by the last half of the story, it is no fault of Author lies. From...
...Dickens "by heart," had "toyed with" the historical writings of Josephus, Motley, Gibbon. She read "no mushy children's books." Forty-two years ago she began writing a column of advice to the lovelorn which was not perceptibly influenced by any of the writers who had formed her girlish mind...
...noticed that King George was less tall than they expected (towering Sir Ronald Lindsay dwarfed him), that his smiling muscles stood out rigidly, that he looked young, fit and earnest. Elizabeth was the perfect Queen: eyes a snapping blue, chin tilted confidently, two fingers raised in a greeting as girlish as it was regal. Her long-handled parasol seemed out of a story book. She wore an "unselfish" off-the-face hat and the parasol failed to save her Scottish skin from Southern sunburn. Washington was 94° that day. Along the processional route, 500 people collapsed...
When Eleanor Jewett came to the Tribune in 1918 her qualifications consisted of kinship (first cousin) with Owner Robert Rutherford ("Bertie") McCormick and a fresh, girlish point of view. To these gifts 20 years in harness have added a dogmatic turn of mind. Miss Jewett soothes the suburbs but sometimes puzzles the well-informed by her propensity toward ticketing all art in terms of "beauty" v. "modernism...
Even as recently as last April, Vag welcomed spring with a light-hearted allegory. It was all voices on the river. Feminine, always tinkling girlish sounds and sights. Bicycles and boats. Taut canvas that at last could relax and fold down to make open and animate cars of winter-closed vehicles. A moon no longer cold. Grass that responded with an up-surge at each footfall, lightening, replying: move--move faster, move guilty...