Word: chatterly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...women-shopper circulation (TIME. Aug. 19, 1929). Last fortnight saw the appearance of two similar magazines on the counters of S. S. Kresge and S. H. Kress chain stores-testimonials to the idea that a million women who never patronize a newsstand will buy 10? love-fiction, mystery, Hollywood chatter every month in a department store...
With a triple-threat comedian-gags, feats, chatter-like Mr. Cook, it is difficult to apportion due credit for the amount of humor contributed by Donald Ogden Stewart's book. Audiences found the entire production an example of clever professional showmanship, the farce consistent even to the theme-song, which concludes: How's your uncle? I haven't got an uncle. Then I hope that he is fine & dandy...
...Rabbits, a group which, like the Forty-Nine Bottles, solemnly and inevitably diminishes. Hops and his affinity Plana, both first appearing as babes, enjoy lucky escapes, but little Epi, their companion, is seized by some young Hes and Shes and dies in captivity, piteously. The remaining ones cavort and chatter, their ears droop and rise, their whiskers twitch, and they meet various fates. Later appears Iago, an embittered dog who tried to go native but found he had no talent for it. He inadvertently assists Hops and Plana during a round-up hunt at which most of their companions perish...
High in a Manhattan office building is the Havana Post's new news bureau. No newshawks rush in and out. No telegraph instruments chatter. Its one-man staff-stubby, genial, bespectacled Carl Chandlee Dickey, onetime Columbia journalism instructor, an editor of World's Work, Mc-Clure's-has in fact little to do with the Havana Post. His function is to lure more U. S. tourists, more U. S. capital to Cuba.* His method: to send writers and artists to Havana. There magnetic Publisher Carl Byoir takes them in hand, makes them see everything, turns them loose...
...underworld pervades his scenes, although he achieves not quite such horrid insinuations as those conveyed by the derbied, white-faced gunmen in Ernest Hemingway's short story classic of lunch-counters and racketeering, "The Killers." But Robertson's comedy is far above par; in his own chatter and the comments of a crowd of rubberneckers gathered about the murdered detective, his idiom bears comparison with that of the great Ring W. Lardner. When the play is not vicious, it is continuously funny...