Word: barroom
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Thirty-four years ago a small, mobile man pushed aside the swinging doors of a Manhattan barroom and strode to the middle of the smoky, beery room. He unfolded a snowy clean handkerchief; spread it neatly on the dirty floor, stood...
...recent years, moreover, the Lampoon has followed the example of so many middle-aged churchwardens and trustees, and has gone on the loose, The sight of the old reprobate reeling home from a night in a barroom has distressed the whole congregation. Various sisters and brothers have stood up and urged his expulsion from the fold. Only a few cooler heads have dared to think that these symptoms are characteristic of many individuals in their fifties and sixties; and that such sisters usually come to their senses, and become the sweetest, most pious old gentlemen that you would care...
...Denver harbors more than a ghost of the rip-roaring West that was. The vocabulary has altered little. The barroom brawls that once fascinated a robust populace are not extinct. They have merely been transferred, noise, color and violence intact, to the newspapers. How that transfer came about, and how the latest, loudest, most violent brawl of all is progressing, is a story that begins in a small Chicago printshop at the time of the World's Fair...
Aloma of the South Seas. Gilda Gray, graduate of barroom dance halls of the Middle West, has made her first picture. She has taken a grass-skirt story of a native girl in love with a visiting American. After various struggles with his girl from America and Aloma's coffee-colored lover, it turns out, miraculously, that she is really a white girl after all. Miss Gray, while no Bernhardt, holds up her end of the acting capably enough. She also shimmies boldly and with emphasis. That, after all, is her life work and the thing she seems...
Conductor Damrosch beamed. At last the throaty and macabre yowl of modern America was about to be lifted into a new melodic line; patrons were about to learn that there is no modern music worth mentioning except the flawed melodies that a very old barroom piano, operated by a coin, can send tilting, spilling, staggering, into the languor of a summer twilight...