Word: greys
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Dates: during 1930-1930
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...appearance he is short, well-built, with a square jaw, a high forehead below a shock of grey hair. In his eyes is a droopy woebegone expression. His smile is wry, tired. He dresses in dark unfashionable clothes. He is an easy, clear, impressive, frequent speaker, handling himself well in debate. Without oratorical tricks, his attack is sometimes brutal, sometimes adroitly sarcastic. He rather prides himself on his burlesque humor...
Tailcoat fluttering, dressed as he thought Paul Revere dressed, one David H. Oakes last week rode an old grey mare out of Boston along the course of his model's famed gallop. He rode slowly, through a drizzling rain. Upon the old grey mare flapped a banner lettered: AROUSE CITIZENS! VOTE "NO" ON NOVEMBER 4! Instead of shouting "The British are coming!" this 1930 Paul Revere stopped in each town to hand out a few manifestoes arguing against repeal of the Massachusetts Prohibition Enforcement Act in next week's State referendum. It began: "Hear ye, all people...
Joblessness is nothing new to grey-haired, grey-eyed Col. Woods, now 60. A Harvard graduate (1892) who once taught at Groton, cubbed on the New York Sun, joined the New York police force as a crime expert, emerged as the city's police commissioner (1914-18) during a period of hard times, he was director of the Army air service's personnel bureau during the War, later serving as a special assistant to the Secretary of War to find jobs for home-coming soldiers. In 1921 he was made a member of President Harding's Conference...
...Vinsent Youmans provided a better score for the music in this production is woe fully weak. There are one or two pleasant exceptions to the musical mediocrity for instance "Be Good to Me" and the lyrics are really clever. The latter some by Ring Lardner, some by Clifford Grey and Havold Adamson the last of whom wrote the lyrics for the Hasty Pudding Show last spring are consistently good...
...inconsistencies, they would drive a section man to the farthest reaches of insanity; they are so brilliant. One moment sexual love is the epitome of human force, the next it is a sex-stie. The silver stallion is continually fading into the mangy old grey mare, but his ideas as he gallops along are struck off like sparks from a flint...