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Although the new movement in literature and painting known as "Surrealisme" began in Paris some time before 1924, it still remains the "dernier cri", receiving fresh impetus each year, new recruits, new exponents. In this age when new art movements have rapid births but even quicker deaths this fact alone, the persistence of Surrealisme not for a year but for almost ten, should warrant sufficient consideration. But we must not leap too hastily to any conclusion, either for or against. Some of us who mocked the first exhibitions of Cubism in America, notably the Amory Show, have learnt...
...Soon the name spread beyond our editorial room and Dollfuss inserted a brief item in the Cri de Paris. It was soon adopted universally. It was a fit name. It indicated the delight M. Clémenceau took in getting his claws into an enemy and holding on while the other writhed in pain...
...must have speedily organized a group of singers for it came to the fore and won the silver cup that year. Its submission enabled the Jubilee to be held that year on Wednesday, June 2. The famous traditional white flannels and dark coats were innovated as le dernier cri for the well-dressed man at the Jubilee...
...these days. For there he will encounter nothing but various concoctions all labelled "naughty" and exploiting various and sundry degress of "it". The "Follies" have a butter-and-egg complex, and supplement everything risque with the 100 beautiful legs of the 50 glorious Greenwich models. While it is dernier cri in New York smartness, the closest glimpse one gets of the notorious Village is a night club whose snaky denizens seem to be suffering from the effects of the last rehearsals. Indeed, it takes "Roxie", Chicago's most successful woman murderess, to start things in the night club as well...
Colds-in-the-Head are a frightful handicap to columns and courses. But really one just has to have one. It's being done. Colds and moral turpitude are quite the thing, positively the dernier cri. So this column must suffer--from a Cold-in-the-Head. That and the asperin which goes with it. Funny thing, asperin. Asperin plus Irene Bordoni makes "Mmmmm--Do I Love you?" rob the brain of any efficiency what so ever. But probably some one will think this is polyphonic prose or a time table and get something out of it, so after...