Word: beerbohm
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...wholly public, and pity would then be one of the emotions aroused in the populace at the sight of Majesty opening the London County Hall (1922), inspecting troops, or watching the races at Ascot. Enough pomp and circumstance still attends public occasions in England for Mr. Max Beerbohm's admiration for royalty, when he contemplates the "cheap and tawdry inmates of the White House and the Champs Elysees," to be somewhat justified, even in the eyes of stanch republicans. One doubts, nevertheless, whether certain of King George's predecessors--Queen Elizabeth or even James II--would have been content...
...published an experimental "interlude"-a story that was as different from his melodramas-washed-in-realism as it could well be. Though Under the Linden Tree is a full-length (200-page) novel, it is really a fairytale, of the same order, though not the same rank, as Max Beerbohm's Happy Hypocrite...
...Supper," but not Leonardo's "Mona Lisa," which is of course so popular a selection that it is both proper and fair for its place to be taken by a nude like Titian's "Danae," which is often omitted out of deference to "the non-Conformist conscience," as Max Beerbohm calls it "which does make cowards...
Died. Sir Gerald du Maurier, 61, actor, manager, son of the late Artist & Novelist George du Maurier (Trilby, Peter Ibbetson); following an operation for an internal disorder; in London. In 1896 Sir Gerald made his only trip to the U. S. with Beerbohm Tree, acted in Hamlet, Henry IV, Trilby. In England he became one of the most famed actors of the land, played in Peter Pan, The Admirable Crichton, Brewster's Millions, Bulldog Drummond, Alias Jimmy Valentine, Arsene Lupin. He was knighted in 1922. Lately he acted in the cinema. His last part: a French valet in Catherine...
...suppressed. Fleeing school in Ireland at 14, he went to the U.S., worked as bootblack, sandhog, hotelclerk, cowboy, became a lawyer and a U.S. citizen. He went to Europe, drifted from one university to another, finally settled in London to edit The Saturday Review, for which he hired Max Beerbohm, Herbert George Wells, George Bernard Shaw, and which he made one of the great critical journals of all times. He returned to the U. S. at the outbreak of the War, which he loudly and persistently damned. A badly dressed little man with a Hohenzollern mustache and a bawdy tongue...