Word: breathlessly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...breathless question was asked and left unanswered last week in sweltering official Ottawa: "Can the Sergeant-at-Arms of the House of Commons arrest a Senator of the Dominion and lock him up in the Tower of Parliament?"* Reason such an arrest seemed likely was that Senator Wilfred Laurier McDougald of Montreal had refused to appear before a Committee of the House and was considered in contempt of Parliament...
...does not sound very promising, perhaps. But Authoress Cather is better than her implicit word: if she does not hold you breathless, she never lets you nod. And when you have finished her unspectacular narrative you may be somewhat surprised to realize that you have been living human history. Willa Cather's Northeast passages are never purple. Captious critics might complain that she sometimes simplifies too far, that her people are sometimes so one-sided as to be simply silly, that she sometimes, for one who can write like an angel, gives a fair imitation of poor Poll: "When...
Twenty U. S. women practiced in London last week the curtsies they proposed to make this week to King George and Queen Mary. Along with the other 19, Mrs. Charles Gates Dawes, wife of the Ambassador, would present in an atmosphere breathless with awe her own Virginia. Meanwhile Their Majesties savored with relish an emotion no less potent than...
City Streets (Paramount). Critics may some day, examining the gangster films of 1931, find them significant as perpetuations of a culture which the more self- conscious art-expressions of the day have rejected. For here, in realistic terms, brutalized in content and set going at a breathless pace, are stories and people that are Victor Hugo's stepchildren, many of them highly likeable and articulated with fine ingenuity. In this picture, why does Sylvia Sidney tie her arm in a black sling when her father telephones her to meet him on the corner "if she has to break...
Unusually rapt and breathless was the attention that three Harvard students were giving to one of their lecturers one day last week. Their pencils poised industriously, following his every word, they took careful notes, glanced knowingly at each other. But their jottings were brief. Their real work came when the lecture was over: when, surrounded by a group of their fellows, they added up the marks they had made on their papers...