Word: barroom
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...peering up at McLarnin from beneath eyebrows that look bushy because they are raised by scars. He won the first round, held McLarnin almost even in the next three, won the fifth. But McLarnin had thought up a new way of dealing with Petrolle. Standing up straight, like the barroom pictures of oldtime fighters, he let Petrolle lead and kept him off balance by stepping in close instead of backing away when Petrolle came in. Just as in their first fight it had been amazing to see how little defense McLarnin had against Petrolle's right, it was amazing...
Chime-Ringer I. H. Auld, who had to answer many of the indignant telephone calls, grew weary making his explanation. Like many another popular song, especially of the oldtime barroom variety, the tune of "How Dry I Am" was originally a good old hymn. Chimer Auld said he had merely been playing "O Happy Day" to which the words...
There is also the roaring command "Everybody to the bar! The drinks are on the house!" Immensely funny are the exaggerated writhings of William Farnum's conscience as the battle for his soul goes on between Little Mary and the Demon Rum. Funny is the frail barroom, which trembles as if it were about to go to pieces at the first premonition of the great fight scene. That these excellences are unintentional in no way detracts from the power of Ten Nights in a Bar-Room. Yet there is pathos in it too, for William Farnum and Thomas Santschi used...
Clifton Webb, staggering around a weird barroom full of grotesque, masked figures, some of whom sway in cadence on rockered bar stools, some of whom drink from gargantuan champagne glasses filled by two-headed attendants. Climax comes when Mr. Webb seizes and strips one of the patrons, rushes her offstage...
...antics of Mr. & Mrs. Hubbard (of Keokuk, Iowa) abroad. Having rented a villa in the south of France, Mother Hubbard (Mary Boland) encourages her husband, without much trouble, to frequent the local bars in the hope that he will bring home cultured "foreigners." But Mr. Hubbard's barroom friendships are consistently formed with other Americans and Mrs. Hubbard finally strikes a bargain with the village priest: if he will introduce her to some natives, she will give his parish some money. Natives introduced include a Spanish painter who constantly kisses Actress Boland's hand; an English poetess...