Word: bitted
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...their dogs, their cameras, their movie queens, their horses. But give Vag a train every time. There is something about trains which gets this sentimental old fellow. It isn't the mechanical end that lures him, for he is an awful dud at such things. It must be some bit of the romance and glamor of the "high iron" in his blood. His mother tends to blame it on his Uncle Rome who is a conductor and a mighty fine man. Uncle Rome might have been a big shot in some line, but he liked trains and never got around...
...less of an anathema than they are is a minor triumph. Top honors in the cast must go to the female sex; Wynn Murray, as Luce, is grand both in her songs and in her interpretation of comedy; Mary Wescott, as Luciana, is likeable though her voice is a bit thin compared to the others; supreme in looks and in singing is Muriel Angelus, as Adriana. Too much cannot be said in her praise, for her appearance is a delight to the eyes and her voice a treat to the ears. Betty Bruce, however, as the Courtezan, runs Miss Angelus...
...Mother was bit by a snake. Father was kicked by a mule and died from it. Husben No. 1, Judge Mitchel shot to death gambling in Florida. Left me with 2 children. No. 2 husben, Harvie Brown Rumelision was froze to death from drinking, left 2 children. No. 3, Jim Henry Johnson, home, Macon. G. A. died of Bright deces, left 10 children. No. 4 husben Shaw Lewis died with stroke diging wells, left 11 children...
...Orchestra (Paris Philharmonic, Nadia Boulanger conducting, with the composer at the piano; Victor: 4 sides). One of the friskiest foals in the Parisian paddock. 26-year-old Composer Françaix is as yet practically unknown to U. S. listeners. His neat, chattering concerto is the most skilful bit of musical window-dressing that has been exported from Paris in a long time...
...blocks away in Boston's Hotel Ritz-Carlton, Authors Bella & Sam Spewack, shuddering at the thought of Broadway critics, were slashing the script of Leave It to Me, rushing off to hammer typewriters. While the audience was holding its sides over Act II, Act II was going, bit by bit, into the Spewack wastebasket. While the audience was filing out after the show, behind the curtain the cast was flopping down on the stage before being handed practically new parts and rehearsing them far into the night...