Word: bitting
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Described as "a bit of surrealism to end all surrealism" by Ceramist Aitken, the figure was a burlesque of the paintings and parties of Spanish Surrealist Salvador Dali (TIME, Nov. 26). It was a very white lady with turquoise blue hair, clock faces for breasts and lamb chops sprouting from her shoulders. In a turquoise lined square aperture in her stomach stands a brightly colored vase. A fried egg is in one hand, a blue fish in the other. Around her stomach is a girdle of field mice. Directly in front of her polished thighs are two little football players...
...TIME, Jan. 7).* Quarreling with other drivers two years ago, he packed up a sledge, mushed off eastward alone. By dint of catching fish bare-handed to feed himself and his dogs, he reached the North Magnetic Pole on Boothia Peninsula last summer, photographed it, started South. A mosquito bit his left arm which swelled, became useless. Game was so scarce he had to lie on his back, lure seals, which he munched raw, by waving his feet in the air. Three dogs froze and Adventurer Irwin lashed himself in the traces to pull the sledge. One day he fell...
...Ourselves (by E. M. Delafield; J. H. del Bondio & Joshua Logan, producers). Joshua Logan, a corpulent young man with more brains than money, first smelled greasepaint as a comedian with the Princeton Triangle Club a few years ago. Since then he has been doing bit parts and managerial work on Broadway. To See Ourselves is the first show he has produced and directed. It is also the U. S. theatrical premiére of Author E. M. Delafield (Elizabeth M. Dashwood), a capable, Grade B English literary lady (Diary of a Provincial Lady, The Provincial Lady in America), Both...
...cover quite a healthy bit of territory and time at the University this week--from the Mississippi in the wild fifties to the Congo in the almost equally wild nineteen-thirties with a short stopover to prove that "Crime Doesn...
...start at home with W. C. Fields and his lads and lasses of the showboat in "Mississippi." We may be a bit biassed, but we must consider Bill Fields the most interesting item in any picture which is fortunate enough to be graced by his bulbous-nosed presence. When his main rival for honors is Bing Crosby, there should be little opposition to our prejudice. In "Mississippi" Fields is good--not quite as good as he has been, but still highly amusing. His lines show a little heavy-handed brushing over, but his voice and ingratiating manner are unchanged...