Word: bedfuls
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...often that he got careless about it and forgot it one day. When Leo Diegel beat him last year, Hagen's manager had to tell the committee where the cup was. "I don't know," he said. "It's hard enough getting him out of bed in the morning without picking up after him." Playing unevenly at Hillcrest Country Club near Los Angeles last week, Hagen was put out in the semifinal by nervous, capable Diegel. John Farrell put out Al Watrous who was his best friend when they used to caddy together on courses in Westchester...
...turn, is about to carve a bust of Sena. Because Miss Foster is a brittle beauty, Mr. Morgan an absurd farceur, and Jo Mielziner, who designed the scenery, knows how to burlesque the futuristic trend, this satire on ultra-modern estheticism by Novelist Ernest Pascal (The Marriage Bed) has its memorable moments. What the quaint older generation would have called a love affair occurs to Sena and Percival. To them it is merely a biological barb which can be plucked out in one assignation, leaving them to work in peace and with increased artistic comprehension of each other. But Husband...
Three years ago, jauntily riding home from a successful business trip, Seņor Fimbres found his hacienda ransacked, his wife lying horribly mutilated on her bed. "Apaches . . . Apaches . . ." she whispered before she died. "They took our son. Swear to get him back! Avenge...
...Walter Clark Teagle. Mr. Teagle is 6 feet, 2 inches tall and weighs 230 pounds. When he opens the door of the company's offices, his presence is instantly felt throughout the premises. He seldom leaves the office without a briefcase; usually works at home from dinner time to bed time; goes to sleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. His only outside interest is hunting and fishing. He is an active member of a Canadian fishing camp and a hunt club in Georgia. Of his champion setter, Mary Blue, he is particularly proud. Mr. Teagle...
Many a time has Captain Katzenjammer* famed obese comic-strip caperer, deceived his frau by making a balloon facsimile of himself, painting his vapid likeness on it, stuffing it into bed. Last week a helium-inflated Captain 50 feet tall floated off over Long Island. Fashioned by Tony Sarg, Manhattan marionetteer, the Captain, Hans und Fritz, Herr Inspektor & Frau Katzenjammer together with gargantuan balloon animals of indeterminate breed and sex, had bobbled down Broadway. An admiring crowd had watched their maudlin progress to the front of the R. H. Macy's (department store)?which they were advertising. There...