Word: angers
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...make much of Vincent Lawrence's diverting comedy. The lines are just as funny as they were two months ago the situation just as amusing. Ann Gordon the young heiress with her varying moods and varying suitors playing at love and driving her lovers from ecstasy to despair to anger to anger and back again a dozen times is played by Miss Ann Mason. Miss Mason is not Lynn Fontaine, to be sure, and our praise of her might be much higher if the memory of her predecessor were less vivid: but she gives her usual finished, intelligent performance...
Herbert C. Hoover: "In Chicago, addressing the Izaak Walton League, I said there are too few fishermen in public life. 'A fisherman,' said I, must be of contemplative mind. . . No one can catch fish in excitement, in anger or in malice. He [the fisherman] is by nature possessed of faith, hope and even optimism...
...rises above the horizon, sailing ever upward in its splendor. A cloud passes over its surface, momentarily dimming its brilliance. It emerges, and the Lady of the Moon is heard making love to the Man in the Moon. He becomes irritated by her persistent wooing, and bursts forth in anger. An argument ensues, and the teasing voice of the Lady is heard with an occasional growl from the Man. Hysterical laughter, then reconciliation and all is again serene, as the splendor of the Moon shines forth in its calm majesty. The Lady in the Moon again makes love, and although...
...seems to have been content to write the meaning of Shakespeare's regicide, fumbling with his destiny in a large, sprawling handwriting. When he finally blazes forth he telegraphs. It is Shakespeare done in the towering manner of the old school, in which the star is slow to anger, but a hellion when roused. It is a wellrounded, extremely solid conception, wherein Hackett lets his audience warm up gradually, like a motor. He has made of Macbeth a statuesque memorial to the darkling souls of usurpers the world over...
Thereupon did the ex-Premier flush with anger, despite the fact that he is a professor of mathematics, a critic of the Einstein theory. He dropped the big book with a bang and with 20 of his Socialist colleagues he dashed across the Chambre to storm the Royalist benches. Six uniformed sergeants-at-arms rushed forward to stop the threatened melée; one seized M. Painlevé around the waist, but it was useless; they were outnumbered. Blows, kicks, curses, cuffs rained in profusion...