Word: clattered
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...with Booth Tarkington Julian (Leonard) Street left Manhattan and went to live in Princeton, where his young son attends college. He does not miss the clatter of town, he says. He enjoys being away from dinners and teas. He is fond of the undergraduate viewpoint. He finds that he can work better in comparatively rural surroundings. But, after all, Princeton is not inaccessible to the lights of Times Square, and last week Mr. Street came on to New York City to assist in the final cutting and revision of the cinema version of his novel, Eita Coventry, which William...
...must have been a relief to the judges, however, to find a medium with such gentle methods. No tipping over of tables, no twanging of banjoes by inexpert toes, no roaring of megaphones, no clatter of ghostly hammers and malles Mrs. Stewart only played a quiet game of cards. But those who were encouraged to hear of William James' interest, must have had their soaring hopes dampened. Since even James did not really speak, what chance is there of hearing from Professor Royce and Professor Agassiz, or perhaps John Harvard himself from a possible bench in an aerial Mermaid Tavern...
...then can the producer turn? Possibly to Argentina, which is receiving inordinate publicity of late owing to the successful business visit of Senor Luis Angel Firpo. Japan and China have been veterans since The Mikado. The Negro rage and the grass-skirt scare are already moribund. Spain and the clatter of castanets is gone. Covered with dust are the crinoline, the harem skirt, Scotch kilts. The stage of the American revue is rapidly approaching the end of the world. Without other worlds to conquer, Russia, Egypt and the influence of dusky Florence Mills must inevitably conquer the American stage...
...MUSIC BOX REVUE?Irving Berlin's hardy annual continues to flourish. The long arms of Charlotte Greenwood and the clatter of Bobby Clark call for a consistent laugh...
...season. Following the psychology of roulette it seems certain that many hundreds of thousands of people will assemble in the famous salons to listen to the monotonous chant of the croupiers: "Messieurs, faites vos jeux." "Les jeux sont faits." "Rien ne va plus." "Zero!" Then will follow the usual clatter of "blancs, rouges et plaques" accompanied by the suppressed groans of the gamblers, except, of course, the tittering individual in the corner who had five francs on zero...