Word: cap
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Across St. Louis's twisty Free Bridge last week went a rag-tag troupe of some 300 men clad in odds & ends of martial raiment-an old overseas cap here, a dirty olive drab tunic there. A few carried pails in which to make coffee and stews, a few carried clubs. The latter served as "military police." They were supposed to suppress vandalism, prevent radical speechmaking, see that none of the company begged or got drunk. One man carried clippings to show that before the Depression he was an Omaha broker who was ordered to pay $45,000 alimony...
...oldtime Indian trading post which fires Poet Ryan's imagination. One day lately he was observed at this site, a quiet spot in the woods. His yellow Rolls-Royce (with burnished metal bonnet) was parked nearby. He was clad in a coonskin coat with Daniel Boone cap to match, sitting on the ground trapper-style, thoughtfully making a little camp fire...
...aisles, the clatter-bang of seats. Its prelude establishes the play's mood, introduces definite themes, just as Wagner introduced themes in his preludes to develop them later on. The people in Show Boat have characteristic motifs just as Wotan and Siegfried have theirs in the Ring operas. Cap'n Andy Hawks has a light, rollicking phrase all his own. Parthy, his New England wife, has a phrase as shrewish and tart as Actress Edna May Oliver's face. Julie, the quadroon, has her tragedy suggested by the mournful notes which introduce "Can't Help Lovin...
...delayed. Contracts called him to London. He sang in the London show, had his great success. He was in last week's revival, heavy, slavish, magnificent as he sang his one song, half-hypnotized by it. Dennis King was new too as Ravenal, the gambler who marries Cap'n Andy's Magnolia (Norma Terris). Helen Morgan was back as the quadroon with her fluttering hands and hangdog look...
...those who are wont to season the morning's meal with the Attic salt of the Vagabond brace themselves for a more pungent spice today. For this morning the Vagabond is not Touchstone but Hamlet; the cap and bells are put away, and sables are the wear. A great man is passing from our midst: at nine o'clock this morning in New Lecture Hall, Professor C. K. Webster is delivering his last lecture before leaving Harvard College, and the Vagabond would give him homage and Godspeed...