Word: dears
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...These principles are as dear to the American of the East as to the American of the West, as highly revered by the American of the North as they are by the American of the South [applause], and in the name of this truly national creed, this truly national party is ready again to do battle with all those who challenge this creed or any part of it. [Applause.] On this platform all progressives in this country can stand; to this banner all liberals can rally, and in this cause all Democrats can-aye, more-all Democrats will unite. [Applause...
...very well informed, my dear Zamora...
Shooting Shadows. A comely lady and her husband have designs upon the pocketbook of the inevitable handsome millionaire. She falls in love with him. Can she go through with the blackmail scheme? Oh, dear, no! Following a series of un-bewildering circumstances, the millionaire fires a shot. That starts things going. The "mellow" drama gets a bit overripe and oozes "gooily" about the stage. The audience becomes pained when it ought to laugh, laughs when it ought to quake with fear. Needless to say the lovers are eventually left free to thrill one another with unrestricted mush without further discomfiting...
...times reminiscent of Cytherea. Thus: "Tony [a youth] drew Angela to him, murmuring huskily. Her eyes were rich with invitation and desire. She resisted him, not only with her white arms, but with all her will, crying softly: 'Don't, Tony! Oh don't, dear boy!' But she was a gardenia, soft and lush and pale-not a very suitable flower when it came to resistance. She thought of her age, and of her husband's: Tony was young- fresh, strong, familiar young arms- clean, rugged young face-hot misguided youth!-It was too much...
...fourth and last round, Champion Bobby Jones had finished with a grand score of 300; William Mehlborn, 301; Walter Hagen, R. Cruikshank, MacDonald Smith had tied at 303. The slender-wristed one's score was 286 and the last difficult hole was before him, a hole with a dear little windswept pond in front, a pond in which the last player's ball had found its watery grave, a wind that was decidedly annoying. He was a bit nervous...