Word: coatings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...there is one point on which Professor Morison must employ his most cautious tread. One of the loveliest sages of modern Harvard is that involving the selection of the Lowell House coat of arms, and Mr. Coolidge's perturbation when he was informed that his House sailed beneath a spinster's colors. Perhaps this is not so. But Professor Morison, whatever he may wreak upon windows or upon letterheads, ought not to profane it. Clearly it has that large glamor of the grotesque which comes only too infrequently and which is over to be cherished...
...political enemies by a wild ride atop two white horses galloping thunderously on a treadmill, the perennial Cook machine is somehow interpolated into the mad proceedings. This year the machine is billed as "The Fuller Construction Company's Recording Orchestra." Wearing the bemedaled and lengthy bandmaster's coat which was seen in Fine & Dandy, Comedian Cook picks up his fiddle & bow. The bow has an inflated bladder tied to one end. Mr. Cook plays a few bars, then slaps an attendant across the back of the neck with the bladder. The attendant turns a crank and a small...
...Majordomo at Lake Hopatcong is Ellis Rowlands, a Welsh ex-actor still shaken by his experience in the Black Watch during the War. It is Rowlands, wearing footman's livery, who meets you at the door when you go to see Mr. Cook. Rowlands takes your hat and coat, goes to a window, opens it, coolly throws the garments out. The smiling host then asks the footman to tell Meadows to bring the cocktails in. Meadows, in the dark livery of a butler, appears instantly. Meadows is Rowlands. He sets the drinks down, whips off three and departs...
...ideal role for Arlen where his straight-forward masculinity is unrestrained by wing collar or the stare of social dictators. Chester Morris is the prodigal who leaves the farm and "cleans up" in the Chicago Wheat Pit. He does this by the simple expedient of dressing up in rubber coat and hat, walking under a shower bath, and stampeding the Pit by crying. "Rain, rain," thus forcing down the price about ten cents and crowning his bear operations with success. This is accomplished before anyone has the presence of mind to look out the window...
...Memorial's clock. Suddenly there came a knocking from the depths, rap, rap, rap, thrice it came, and the distant corner of the room, illuminated only by the firelight, glowed with a greenish phosphorescence. Startled, the Vagabond discerned a figure standing there, limned in the faint, emerald light. Its coat was of gabardine, its trousers of flannel, from its eyes came the pinkish reflection of the midnight oil, on its checks were shadowed the black pouches of overwork. Before the figure stood a woman: "Why, then, 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky. What need we fear, who knows...