Word: heroical
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Doheny and Fall are again free men. What seems to have been a fairly able jury unanimously acquitted them of charges of conspiracy. Mr. Doheny, leaving the court, delivered to reporters an heroic on the unbesmirched patronym he now passes on to his grand-children. True, Senator Heflin of Alabama shouted, "All law-ab ding citizens will hang their heads in shame at the verdict", but that was party politics, says the New York Tribune...
...modern schoolboy's dislike for the Latin language, for we find inscribed on the fly leaf: "Heaven forbid! This work should not exist in its present form and language! Yet I cannot avoid the wish that it had been, during the reign of James the first, moulded into an heroic poem in English Octava Rima...
...Flaming Forest (Antonio Moreno, Renee Adoree). Against a background of majestic mountains and lordly forests brooding over the hellish intrigues of red-skinned desperadoes, the Northwest Mounted are pictured in the first heroic adventure of their notable history. The immediate cause of their appearance: the sad plight of Actress Renee Adoree, menaced by a well filmed circle of fire, by a loathsome Indian scoundrel. Actor Antonio Moreno, sergeant, rides over tl hills, through the fire. The audience heartily endorses his oncoming, because Actress Adoree deserves an elegant rescue...
...surged heavily to Herminia and the school of Elinor Glyn was founded when illegitimate little Dolores turned out a begrudging, bourgeois little Dolly, insensitive to the noble thing her mother had thought she was doing. There was not a dry eye in the kingdom when, not to "atone" but heroic lly to clear the track for Dolly, a vial of suicidal poison was lugged in and "Her minia Barton, stainless soul, had ceased to exist forever...
...most part were in perfect accord. The production itself was lavish beyond compare, Maria Jeritza was wonderfully effective as Turandot, so glinty cold as to send the shivers down 4,000 spines as she shrilled her desire to avenge all men. Giacomo Lauri-Volpi was a loud, adequately heroic Calaf. But there were none of those sweet, curving melodies for either of them to sing, no tender suavities to linger over and fondle. Choruses here and there excelled the earlier Puccini's, but the score as a whole seemed thick, noisy, lacking in coherence, stretched this way and that...