Word: crass
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Broken Laws. When Mrs. Wallace Reid was prompted by the oily counsels of certain picture promoters to capitalize in the name of reform the death of her famed husband, the public was divided between crass curiosity and amazed disappointment. The curious were in the majority, apparently, since her dope film went the rounds and now has a successor. The present protest is against jazz and the younger generation. It teaches that parents must set a good example to their children. It follows the faithful old anti-jazz formula which has been a cinema staple five long years...
...include the land scape, The Mill (said to have cost $500,000), Portrait of Saskia; Study of an Old Man; Portrait of Himself; The Philosopher; Head of an Aged Woman; The Apostle Paul; The Circumcision; Head of St. Matthew; Portrait of a Man with a Letter; Descent from the Crass (also reported to have cost $500,000). Two portraits in his collection (A Gentleman With High Hat and Gloves in Right Hand; and A Lady with Ostrich Feather Fan in Right Hand) are the subject of the suit instituted in the Supreme Court by Prince Yusupov, a participant...
...believe in the God whom Mr. Fowler's forefathers came to America to worship and in the Scriptures which they made the rule of their lives and on which the Constitution of our country was founded, and we are sorry for those whose "crass ignorance" of the Holy Scriptures allows them to believe that man is wiser than his Maker...
...same time others may thrill. Both emotions are unnecessary. The eroticism in the book is not so dreadfully crass, and what there is of it generally serves but as a background for a subtle parable. Subtlety and power are indeed more evident in these few verses than in most of the modern American poetry we have read. Coming back once more to our friend who writes in red ink on the wrapper, we can supplement his generalities with particulars. For in many of his lines Mr. Wolf strikes chords strangely similar to those touched by Edna St. Vincent Millay...
...what I feared. The comrades in New York are beginning to question the success of my mission. Little do they realize the crass ignorance, the mountains of disbelief and unbelief, the seas of deliberate indifference through which I have had to struggle even to cause my presence here to be noticed...