Word: alee
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...than 300 comic operas and musicomedies, lyricist of 6,000 songs; of heart disease; in Atlantic City. His most profitable work was Robin Hood (1890) with Reginald de Koven. His share of the royalties totaled $250,000 by 1912, and such numbers as 0 Promise Me and Brown October Ale kept him in the highest bracket of the American Society of Composers, Authors " Publishers until his death. Other Smith productions: Victor Herbert's The Fortune Tetter, The Serenade, The Idol's Eye, Irving Berlin's Watch Your Step, Stop! Look! Listen!, Franz Lehar's Land...
Raymond Meade tried to get her to drink some liquor, Edith went on, but all she took was some potato chips and a glass of ginger ale. She told him it was getting late and she had better be starting for home because she was going blackberrying next morning. When she got home around midnight her little sister, Mary Catherine, warned her: "Your bed covers is in Pappy's room but don't go in there. He's drunk and he's going to run Ma out of the house tomorrow." But Edith went in anyhow...
With the dazzling candor of exalted birth he has said, "I prefer brawn to brains." He honestly thinks brainy people queer, commands ten languages, likes dancing, tennis, shooting, prizefights, the circus, slapstick at the Palladium and ginger ale with his meals. Untroubled by minor inconsistencies, he is a Mason, Greek Orthodox and divorced-all in good standing. Until last week he has been rather careful with his fortune of $100,000. Then at one clip Kingmaker Kondylis sent him $200,000 in advance expense money for his triumphal return to Athens, and at once there was trouble. Seemingly the Greek...
...windshield wiper, then lift his hood and close the petcock on his gas line so that when released he would proceed only a few yards before the car stopped for good. Saloons ran all night long, bartenders were far too busy to prepare anything more complicated than rye-&-ginger ale. Most widespread feature of the heroes' high jinks was the water bombardment. Out of every club and hotel window from the levee to the West End, pedestrians were peppered with water-filled paper sacks. Caught by two city detectives in the act of dousing someone beneath his hotel window...
...There's the shrill of the whistle....the sound of the punt...the dodge of the runner....the cries of the crowd....the grunt of the tackle....the call of a play, and, all over again. Yes, gentlemen, there's also the taste of hot dogs, racoons and bad ale. There are passes too high; there are seats too low. There are kicks on the field; there's kicking in the grandstand. There is good interference; and there's the fellow who blocks our view. There are yells; and there's Harvard indifference. There's music; and there...