Word: cravat
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...scholarly mien for a long time. They approached the man peered into his face. "You're Stalin!' accused Broker Donahue. The man protested that he was Dr. Cornelius Mezei, pathologist of Sea View Hospital. "You're Trotsky!" contradicted Broker Cusack, grasping Dr. Mezei firmly by the cravat When the boat docked, Brokers Donahue & Cusack turned their find over to Federal agents, who promptly released him. Said Dr. Mezei: "They wanted to see my passport. They said they were Secret Service men. I never carry a passport on the ferry...
...enormous orchestra, behind it a bank of faces rising two-thirds of the way to the stage ceiling. Paunchy Tenor Paul Althouse entered with willowy, blonde Soprano Jeannette Vreeland and dark, smiling Contralto Rose Bampton. Finally came Philadelphia's Conductor Leopold Stokowski, wearing the full black cravat which, with his halo of light hair, makes him look like an erect, dandified David Belasco out of the age of inno- cence.* Philadelphia's Academy of Music stage was set in this fashion last week for the U. S. premiere of Gurrelieder, a choral-symphony by Austrian Arnold Schonberg, most...
Black is the background for the Lowell cravat, while narrow light blue stripes run diagonally across it at intervals of about two inches; here and there are placed little silver hands grasping three silver arrows...
...play ran four months. Later, planning a fishing trip together, they expected it to be postponed a week or two by The Jest, which ran nine months. When they met for the first time in weeks to start work on Arsene Lupin, John, wearing an unbuttoned shirt with no cravat, arrived late and found Lionel waiting. Said he: ''How are you, my good man?" Said Lionel: "I like your necktie." Presently they will perform together in Grand Hotel, John as the Baron, Lionel as Kringelein...
...with many a phthisical cough turns into "Mr. 'Ide," the terror of Limehouse. In Germany, Bavarian merrymaking is stilled as Frankenstein's monster stalks abroad. And somewhere in the English countryside, Count Dracula pushes up his mouldering coffin-lid, flicks the gravedirt from his shoulders, and adjusts his cravat for a pleasant evening...