Word: bowes
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...sometimes she shook her fist at the trombones. After every number, the house burst into bravos. Early in the evening a huge wreath, surmounted by the British and American flags, was placed on the stage. Her admirers came to praise. Repeatedly she tried to make the orchestra rise and bow with her, but that organization of astute and courteous musicians remained obstinately seated. They knew that Miss Leginska believed herself to be experiencing the only sensible gratification which the world affords to the thoughtful. They did not want anyone to think that, had Miss Leginska merely said to them: "Gentlemen...
...deadly efficiency of the Japanese is, unbeknownst, giving the death-blow to a tradition of comic literature. The bow-legged English of the Oriental schoolboy has long held its place in the humorist's schedule. Whenever the public mouth seems inclined to relax to a comfortable position, a letter in pidgin English restores to it the contortion of lips which passes current for an appreciation of humor. Certain Japanese, with the connivance of Americans, are trying to teach in their schools English "as is" English...
...Peter Called Prince," the 1925 Pi Eta show, will make its bow before the graduates of the club tonight at 8.15 at the Pi Eta clubhouse...
...Spain was divided into two camps?the supporters of Belmonte and the supporters of one Gallito. Then Gallito was gored and died. For a week the nation draped itself in mourning crepe. There are some Spaniards who have not been to a bull-killing since, some who still bow their heads and cross themselves when Gallito's name is spoken. But not many. The sport is too popular to permit of a reigning favorite, like Juan, being eclipsed by the prowess of a dead man, or even by the exploits of great bull-stabbers, retired but still alive, as Rocardo...
...flourish, a bow, and the hat is swept on again. A cool survey of the arena, and the hero steps jauntily towards his victim. He arranges his muleta as he goes, balancing his sword ' above it with arch precision. Grace is everything. The watching thousands bate their breath to see such bravery in a mincing mayfly. He makes it seem the merest trifle to approach a snorting, bloody-eyed monster where it stands at bay, to halt six paces off and pose a second, waiting for the animal to come into position; to rise on tiptoe and make a dainty...