Word: nightcap
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Hypochondriac Proust used to wear a long nightgown, sweaters, mufflers, stockings, gloves, a nightcap. He lived on the Boulevard Haussmann in Paris, in a cork-lined attic room. His curtains were drawn against the tree-dust he found obnoxious. The smell of perfumes, flowers, steam heat, oppressed him unbearably. Only at 3 a.m., when breathing was easiest for his asthma, would he venture into the street. In a drawing-room he would not doff his fur-lined coat. Once someone entered his house from several flights below, leaving the street-door ajar. Quavered Proust: "Shut that door!"-and died. Author...
...Strange Action of Nero in Burying with Solemne Funerall One of the Cast Hayres of His Mistress Poppaea; Also a Just Reproof of a Romane Smell-Feast, Being the Fifth Satyre of Juvenall" Nicholas Breton is represented by one of his works published in 1612 which he titles "Pasquils Nightcap; or Antidote for the Head Ache...
...inevitably revenged her kind by plunging Savaron down the abyss of sex. Writing his autobiography afforded him a ledge to cling to tem- porarily. Then that crumbled and he dreamed dizzily of himself as im- prisoned by the Winkelbergs, craning out of a lopsided tenement win- dow in a nightcap, blowing kisses into infinity. He left Stella, strug- gled a while to brake his racing thoughts, then blew his tired brains...
...seen "The Nightcap" last week would have dreamed that Eveta Nudsen could take the part of Rose-Yet she did, and made it a highly colorful role. Although in the first act and in part of the second she detracted from the characterization of the French Canadian girl by making her too much of a vampire, she was excellent in the last act in the psychological working out of her part-especially in her reiterated "I cannot say good-bye!". The part of Hector Mac Collins, Factor of the Trading Post, was well taken by Ralph Remley, except where there...
Mystery submerged in comedy, melodrama bubbling over into farce--that is "The Nightcap" which began Its run at the Wilbur on Monday. There are many exciting moments--scenes which in a different atmosphere would have held the spectators breathless; to be sure, the audience was breathless anyhow, but in this case it was too spent with laughter to move. It could only sit and wait for the comedian, John Murphy, to crack another joke. Nor was it ever disappointed; the joke was always forth-coming and, what is more, it was always good. After two minutes of Mr. Murphy...