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...Wall Street," has made a daily appearance in the financial district at noon, when sky-assaulting buildings dribble out humanity, let it eddy about for an hour, and suck it in again. The Bishop, attired in the decent cloth of his office, taking station outside the Morgan office, the Sub-Treasury building, or the Stock Exchange, has harangued tolerant gatherings of bottle-nosed clerks, pasty runners for brokerage houses, gentlemen's stenographers...
...glib female novelist, with all the patter on "dear old Dr. Freud" and "the sub" (meaning subconscious mind), gets Gita in hand, lures her into feminine flimsies. In time Gita can bear to take walks, even shake hands, with a male novelist, Eustace Bylant. Eustace is admirably veneered, intellectual, a good talker, no carnalite. Seeing that if she lives with him she can escape other male companionship, Gita proposes?not exactly marriage, of course: a ceremony for talk's sake, but after that just a joint roof and dining table...
...title of which remained as before but was cleared of anti-social stigma by the super-slogan: "America First in Freedom and Democracy." The days were rechristened in the names of Peaceful Progress, American Institutions, Political, Liberty, Social Justice, Public Health, and Moral Development. Elaborate sub-slogans enlivened extensive programs for each Day. It was to be inferred that the Federation of Teachers stood ready to supply speakers and to place its name beside that of the Bureau of Education in bringing the Week to pass...
Direction that was so obvious that it seemed at times burlesque blurred the virtues of the work. Fervent overacting also detracted. Ruth Nugent, quiet, direct, sometimes a little wistful amid the sub-Babbitt racket, mattered markedly. Altogether the piece is a doubtful value, and yet the first entertainment of the season for adult consideration...
...well nervousness in the champion's play. No, merely caution. But as the first set progressed they began to have fears. Where was the resistless speed? Where the champion's iron nerves? Even that poker face was wan now, as Miss McKane, playing as if the sub-subconscious conviction of victory, took the first set, 6-3. Twenty-four minutes later the match was over. Miss Wills, in the greatest tennis exhibition of her life, ran out a love set, allowed only two games in the third. When the final point was scored, she yielded for the first...