Word: curtained
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...company. He and his brother have escaped from a California prison to Panama. There they fall in love with one Teresa (Raquel Torres, one of the cinema's Mexican girls). Follows some shooting, a flight by boat, fraternal sacrifice and, after two hours, the blessed surcease of a final curtain...
...headliner at the gaudy Metropolitan cinemansion in Boston last week. Two Kinds of Women showed loose living in a Manhattan penthouse (see p. 25). A yodler, a tap dancer and a funnyman did clipped, automatic turns but there was still an "added attraction," sparsely advertised. After the newsreel the curtain went up again, showed a dumpy, henna-haired old lady standing perched on a platform, her immense bosom shining with sequins as the Old Lady hesitated, looked at the words she had written on a paper before her, began a little gingerly to sing the first staccato notes...
...terrifying experience to be sure. He looked down upon the glories that only Tiffany, Macy's, or Pierre's can bestow on woman. The sparkling of the gems as they caught the light was like staring at some inverted heaven. Even as he looked the lights dimmed and the curtain went up on Lammermoor, the story of a Scottish clan unraveled in the best possible Italian. For fifteen minutes the Vagabond strove concientiously to construct the story. He tried to recall his Scott to know avail, he tried to resurrect his Italian--with dire complications. At last he gave...
Suddenly there was a slight stir all over the theatre, a muffled murmur as of an army leaving its bivouac for a night attack. Then the music stopped, an eighty year old man kissed a 300 pound woman and the curtain came trailing down. Amid applause the lights shot up and with them the audience. They had girded themselves well for this moment. Quick the exits. And Boston whirled out into the track outside the circle of boxes. The lights showed bravely on the brilliant ladies and the handsome men. How much the Vagabond had missed up there...
...that the slang of today is puny, degenerate, and emasculated. Now this directly concerns his province, for it is in his slang that ordinary man looses the chains which bind him and stands forth a naked personality. And the Vagabond deals with the hearts of men from which the curtain of convention has been drawn aside. Slang and swearing, as they appear to a purist, should be crystallized emotional expressions. Regarded as such, the Vagabond can only join with his distinguished colleague and lament the passing of the giant oaths...