Word: anticlimax
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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After the Vines-Borotra match, anything, except a defeat for sad little Henri Cochet, would have been an anticlimax. Rednecked Wilmer Allison of Texas won the first set at f-$. but all he could do after that was to make Cochet run more and rally longer than he likes to before Cochet won. 5-7, 7-5, 7-5, 6-2. In the doubles next day, Allison and his partner John Van Ryn won the first match for the U. S. against Cochet and Jacques ("Toto") Brugnon. but not until Brugnon and Cochet, playing Van Ryn's weak backhand...
...Stadium rostrum and shouted his orders directly at the delegates. His patronage power had defeated a Prohibition plank for Repeal, forced the adoption of one for Revision (see p. 12). At his dictation every event moved according to schedule, the renomination was hardly more than a perfunctory anticlimax...
...poet returned forlornly to Paris, and spent the rest of his days between the theatre and the cafe. He belonged to the generation which had been born under the shadow of Napoleon, and he felt deeply the sickness of that century which seemed like a long anticlimax to the Napoleonic wars. A later generation, drawing a similar bitterness from a world in greater ruin, can find its mood already mirrored in the pages of his confessions and in his melancholy poems. The Vagabond will journey to Emerson 211 this morning and listen to a more critical estimate of Alfred...
...past Indianapolis and Oklahoma City to Fort Worth. When he landed there near midnight he learned that he was no longer a savior, only a freight deliverer. Patten Levings had died. Miss Hilliard was in no great need of oxygen relief. Next day he proceeded to Tucson, delivered his anticlimax...
...ANTICLIMAX. Starched collars went down for the count of nine in 1922, but fought back bravely in '23. He arose to the occasion, for this brief hour of rekindled glory. A trifle world-weary, and infinitely more sophisticated, the fan mail he inspired reflected the change. 'I am writing you a few lines to let you know that I would love to meet you some time.' . . . But gone forever was such lyric ecstasy as '. . . would that I but touch that natural wave, and tie thy tie as only woman can, and smile into thine eyes...