Word: chauffeur
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...desert gas-station is sharper and more honest than most one-room melodramas manufactured in Hollywood. Under Mervyn Le Roy's perceptive direction there are vigorous and amusing sequences: the arrival, en route from Reno to the coast, of two nervous, overdressed divorcees with their languid chauffeur (Frank McHugh ) ; an itinerant bankrobber's bashful greeting to a brash female hitchhiker; a Mexican peasant apologizing for the Ford which contains his wife, children, chicken coop and guitar. Aline MacMahon ably portrays the proprietress, a calm, ugly, unhappy woman gloomily trying to conceal her emotion when brought face to face...
...Stepin Fetchit was a successful Hollywood comedian (Show Boat, Hearts in Dixie, Fox Follies). He made $1,000 a week, owned four Cadillac cars with a chauffeur for each, spent $75 telephoning his mother to ask whether to buy his sister a $36 dress, urged producers to cast him as Othello. Annoyed by rumors that he was as lazy off the screen as on, he grew over-diligent, insisted on writing his own lines, directing his own scenes. In 1931, Stepin Fetchit ceased to be employed in Hollywood. Last autumn Winfield Sheehan of Fox was smart enough to rehire...
Further, by the implication of omission, the article gives the impression that Mrs. McCormick and I made no attempt to save our guests, while our chauffeur, Jackson, called the fire department, took full charge of all rescue work, and was the first to discover that the Duke de La Tremoille was still in the burning house. The only reference to Mrs. McCormick and myself states that ''we walked safely out of the front door...
With his own hands he shot and killed a traitorous chauffeur who was trying to kidnap him through the lines to Germany. He let his young son Leopold enlist as a private at the age of 13 so that he should know "what a serious business this is, being a king...
...better publicized House Masters was winding up what had apparently been a rather violent argument with a strange chauffeur as we passed by the other day. With a parting fling, the Master shoved his pipe between his teeth and stomped off toward his Lodgings. The chauffeur turned to a snow shoveller nearby and inquired, "Who's that guy?" "Hum? Oh, he's the boss," the shoveller replied. The chauffeur eyed the retreating figure of the Master resentfully, and seemed to be weighing something in his mind. Then he turned to the shoveller again: "I'll bet you a hundred dollars...