Word: comical
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...your Sept. 4 issue . . . you report the tragi-comic account of a lion hunt aboard the Royal Netherlands liner Amazone, concluding your article by solemnly burying the beast...
According to Cinema & Radio Comic Lew Lehr, a German refugee named Meyer, never in the U. S. before, was met at a Manhattan pier by ship news reporters. Said he,right off the bat: "How happy I am a-a-awrk to be at last in your beautiful America sque-e-e-e, to live in peace and freedom bukabukabuk without fear of concentration camps ow-o-o-o-ow, to raise my children to know the full meaning of mental and physical liberty kre-e-e-sh, I can hardly wait to set foot on your happy shores...
...treatment leaves little to be desired. Idealistic, hesitantly courageous Karl, and his almost recklessly brave wife stand out as worthy wearers of the public in a Central Europe torn by the jealous bickering of newly emancipated nationalities. Although Karl's abortive attempts to regain his Hungarian kingdom resemble a comic opera farce, Miss Harding's sympathetic understanding never fails to show his complete and sincere devotion to the Magyar people. Karl's efforts were doomed to frustration from the outset. Out of the wretched peace at Versailles came a new doctrine of brute force. Mercifully he did not live...
...Europe took a new, odd twist. If some master of suspense had planned the week's plot-artfully following a big speech (see p. 20) with a timely assassination (see p. 23) a possible conspiracy nipped in the bud (see p. 21) and the Japanese, as usual, providing comic relief (see p. 25)-if it all had been planned ahead of time to create the utmost mystery, it could hardly have been improved upon. As melodrama, as a spectacle-as comedy as low as slapstick, and as tragedy as elevated as the warfare of the gods-as a week...
...Western Front. But it lacks the butt end of the rifle, the stench and anarchy and virile thrust of war; and it snobbishly refuses to make death, fear and pain the universal levelers they are. Its public-school products writhe and suffer behind locked lips; its Cockneys are pure comic effect. But if the battle of Waterloo was won on the playing field of Eton, the World...