Word: chatterbox
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...photographs of fortifications, air fields and the like, collects trade secrets, lets nothing escape his foxy eyes, but rarely writes a travel book. Travel books by Japanese women are even rarer. Japanese Lady in Europe, the travel diary of a sort of Japanese Provincial Lady calling herself merely "a chatterbox," fits none of these specifications. Aside from its interest as the work of a Japanese observer, readers will find its pert, oblique commentaries on travel-worn Europe refreshing in their own right. Haruko Ichikawa is a granddaughter of the late Viscount Shibusewa, one of the first Japanese to travel abroad...
Most famed of British annuals is probably the children's Chatterbox, which for well-brought-up English and American moppets has long been a Christmas staple. This year Chatterbox was issued by London's Dean & Son, Ltd., who acquired it from the family of its late Editor Frederick Joseph Harvey Darton. Founder of Chatterbox was the Rev. Erskine Clark who started it in St. Paul's shadow in 1866 passed it on to Editor Darton when he died in 1901. In the monthly Chatterbox, Canon Clark hoped to get children's minds off "bad stories...
Peak circulation of the Chatterbox annual came in 1920 when 148,000 copies went to British girls & boys, 12,000 to children in America and the Dominions. Last year the monthly issues were discontinued, but the Chatterbox annual is still printed like a bound volume of a magazine, so that the instalments of serial stories are scattered piecemeal throughout the book. For Christmas 1936, Dean & Son have printed 30,000 copies of Chatterbox. In keeping with the times it features streamlined trains and aviation, but still carries old-fashioned school & cricket stories...
...Lowe to distraction, created parliamentary crises in London, steered his ill-assorted little company so artfully they became an efficient propaganda and espionage apparatus. Meanwhile he waddled around Longwood, recalling his great days, making the whole company work on his memoirs. Talking as much as Samuel Johnson, the imperial chatterbox spun out his pungent, cynical comments, salting his malice with sudden acts of kindness, keeping his followers in line like a wealthy old uncle with hints of the wealth he would leave them. He bluffed them, too, for he had very little to leave. But his mimic war for moral...
...sophisticates last week clucked over a new tidbit about Alexander Woollcott, roly-poly chatterbox of The New Yorker. According to the New York World-Telegram, Mr. Woollcott was out of The New Yorker, ostensibly because the editors disapproved of ribald anecdotes with which he had lately spiced his "Shouts & Murmurs" page...