Word: loveliest
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...oldest lodger in the hotel listening to him read; or she watched, with fascinated interest, the two-a-day theatrical folk, the bawdy country wenches, the flabby townspeople, the cheap sports who came to lodge at Aunt Jule's place. She was terrified when she saw the loveliest lady who had ever stayed at the inn, lying in a disheveled bed, beside the town drunkard. She helped Linda get the smooth slick townboy that her sister had always loved; and she observed with hurt wonder and dismay the way her own high-school boy friends turned away from...
James Joseph Tunney (champion fisticuffer) said: "Miss Bishop is one of the loveliest girls I have ever known, but it is decidedly premature and unfair to her to suggest that we are betrothed." Cinemactress Caroline Bishop said on the same day in the same place, Miami Beach, Fla.: "I think Mr. Tunney one of the most admirable men of today, but it seems an unfair strain on our friendship for newspapers to have us engaged every time we are seen together." The New York Daily News (tabloid) said...
...MUSICAL Loveliest, loudest, lightest: Manhattan Mary, Funny Face, Good News, A Connecticut Yankee, Hit the Deck, Show Boat...
FLOWER PHANTOMS-Ronald Fraser-Boni & Liveright ($2.00). Delicate, sensuous Judy made her lover liken her to the loveliest flowers, exotic ones with iridescent stems and golden caps rather than the sturdy blossoms of the fields. She drank in his literary phrases as the plants in her hothouse drank the warm, steamy air under glass. Until she really believed that her true relations should be with fern and tree and flower, not with her practical family and tiresome, boreal Roland. After charmingly imagined conversations with a philosophical water-lily and passionate adventures with an Oriental orchid, however, she turns back from...
...with Edith Mason and then-Resurrection with Mary Garden. It mattered little to Chicagoans that her voice was some times cloudy, sometimes thin, that tones were tossed this way and that, sometimes too negligible to be tones at all. That evening she was no prima donna. She was Katiusha, loveliest of peasant girls, wrongly accused of the murder of a drunken patron; Katiusha, proud of her sordid conquests, begging money of the man who would reclaim her soul and then-a new Katiusha, who, renouncing him with three symbolic kisses of the Russian Easter, shouldered a pack to follow...