Word: smokes
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...humor. For The World knows its Harvard, knows the hopes that come with each Freshman Class and leave again, sometimes, with the seniors. And in it all the great metropolitan daily sees a significant object lesson. Old Gold goes down, but the fight goes on, and when the final smoke from the fray has cleared persistency will win the day. For dejected Freshmen remains the moral: Not a defeat in a class full...
Both men are tough-knuckled fighters of the old Marine school. Each came to eminence through battle smoke and war fury. Both are Southerners. For each the Corps has a large, profane, unsentimental affection. Both are burdensomely decorated for bravery in action, Gen. Neville having the edge with a Congressional Medal of Honor for the cool way he seized Vera Cruz with the Second Regiment...
...embedded in a routine story like a fly in celluloid. Three theme songs, a tenor voice, tap-dancing, and a few memorable bodies, do little to justify the publicity bought for this picture before its openings everywhere, publicity of a frenzied quality rare even in these days when a smoke of expensive adjectives issues in advance from every cinematic fire, however small. Now and then, as one member (Bessie Love) of a team of vaudeville sisters, in love with her partner's fiance (Charles King),makes theatrical and eventually frustrated gestures toward self-sacrifice, you see how Director Beaumont...
...cause once after a long tramp through the Alps he found he played just as well with out having touched a piano for six weeks. Now he memorizes much of his music away from the piano, riding on trains, climbing mountains, studying birds, flowers, butter flies. He does not smoke, play cards nor eat butter. He is 33, quite bald, and father of a 17 months-old daughter named Jutta...
...bewildered apathy. The guinea pigs dozed or squeaked with fury. The fowl alone presented a pleasing appearance. Their bright plumes flashed and glittered; their stupid, shining eyes were red with pride or excitement as they strutted, with an excess of vigor, around their tiny hutches. The air, dark with smoke, lacking the dusty sweetness of a barnyard, was filled with the shrill, silly clamor of their voices. Roosters, supercharged with masculinity, cried loudly and beat their wings against bars which were barely sufficient to prohibit a shocking orgy and debauch. Hens cooed and ruffled their clipped, soft wings. Doves moaned...