Word: bitted
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...This bit of news was sent over from England by Arthur W. Patterson '32, captain of squash that year. He is still interested in the game, and was considered the best of the American International team which the English recently defeated...
...effervescent gaiety, calm sophistication and utter femininity have endowed her with a theatrical individuality which makes it necessary for her playwright only to give her reasonable opportunity to flutter about and be her charming self. "Biography" contented itself with filling this bill and consequently was a diverting and successful bit of lightness. In an attempt to recapture the mood (and the success) of this production the Theater Guild has enlisted the talents of playwright S. N. Behrman, stage-designer Lee Simonson and director Philip Moeller. The resultant concoction has been symbolically, if unseasonably titled "End of Summer...
...personal and social problems which seem to have been selected solely in the aim of giving Mr. Behrman opportunity to lampoon radicalism and Freud, two sure-fire sources of sophisticated fun. There is a goodly sprinkling of amusing chatter but the procession moves nowhere, which leaves this reviewer a bit unsatisfied. It would be exceedingly pleasant if one could accept the production as an amusing social comedy but when grave problems are seriously injected, one naturally looks for maturity of thought as well as cleverness of execution. One is thus compelled to note that "End of Summer" is an amusing...
...Shucco in ten rounds at the Boston Garden Friday night, the Squire of Chestnut Hill was inclined yesterday to look favorably through a slightly puffed eye at his ring future. "I proved to my own satisfaction that I am in better shape than when I were the crown -- a bit slower, but in better all round condition...
Thence, I out to the Court, and very pretty it be in the snow, and along the River to watch the skating but saw no bit of beauty there; so I back to the Tower to read Kant, and by and by to bed. But Lord! How cold the sheets...