Word: arenal
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...aren't they perfectly right, these watchful citizenesses? Why should one admit to one's presence one who devours hardboiled capitalists with the same appetite and relish as once upon a time the ogre Minotaurus in Crete devoured luscious Greek maidens-a person who, in addition, is so vulgar as to oppose every war, except the inevitable one with his own wife? "Give heed, therefore, to the sage patriotic dear ladies and remember that the capitol of mighty Rome was at one time saved by the cackling of her faithful geese." When he went...
...England situation at least, one wonders if his announcement of football's demise is not slightly premature. If tickets to the Harvard-Yale game had been $2.50 each instead of $4.00, would not the bowl have been filled last Saturday (assuming, of course, that the sun shone!)? Aren't such games, which serve as much as social gatherings as athletic spectacles, so deeply embedded in tradition that they will continue indefinitely? And, if the non-collegiate public has lost its taste for college games, won't the professional teams, which are gaining in popularity, keep the sport very much alive...
Other Terpilici comrades said that 40 of the 89 lost cows had been found, the rest having doubtless been eaten or sold. Scathingly the weekly Ekonomicheskaya Zhizn cartooned a man with a lantern "searching for an honest cow" and asking of one startled, guilty-looking beast: "Pardon me, but aren't you one of Terpilici State Farm's cows...
...after a lapse of 18 months the bill will automatically become law, despite the Senate opposition, or President de Valera can advise Governor General James McNeill to dissolve the Senate at once and declare a general election. In Dublin it had been currently said that, "McNeill and de Valera aren't on speaking terms," but last week the President called on the Governor General, presumably spoke and was spoken...
...Aren't We All? (Paramount British), Director Harry Lachman helps to shatter the glittering surfaces of Author Frederick Lonsdale's play by hammering them with irrelevant elaborations. His cast-with the exception of Gertrude Lawrence-does likewise. Hugh Wakefield delivers parlor witticisms with a smile more vehement than that of the late Theodore Roosevelt. He is Lord Grenham, an ill-behaved but jolly curmudgeon whose experience in getting himself out of romantic scrapes stands him in good stead when he is trying to right things between his son and daughter-in-law. In addition to poor casting...