Word: drawling
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...budget message and his address on the State of the Union until 1:30 the night before, but as he sat at his desk after luncheon he gave no hint of fatigue. The telephone rang, and when he lifted the instrument he could hear the soft Arkansas drawl of Senate Democratic Leader Robinson...
...thin dark hair above a domed forehead. His nose is long and straight between round, ruddy cheeks, over a full-sized chin and small mouth. Mostly he listened but when he did speak between puffs of a cigaret, his voice was pleasantly rich and low. almost a diffident drawl. He was Raymond Moley. Officially he was there as an Assistant Secretary of State. Personally he was there because, as head of the "Brain Trust," he is President Roosevelt's closest, most intimate adviser. The President calls him "Ray." He calls the President "Governor." His job was not only...
...darling. The only reason Harvard boat them was because they got all the breaks. No, I wasn't there, but I heard all about it. And your hockey team, why that bunch bought off the referees--I heard all about that, too. And you know, I think the Dartmouth drawl has this Harvard accent beaten a mile. They are both a lot of hooey, but I like them just the same...
...commanded all U. S. subchasers in European waters. He married his cousin, is childless. Ashore he putters around a flower garden, smacks over a dish of boned shad, keeps a voluminous scrap book. Afloat he is a strict but just disciplinarian. He talks in a low, melodious drawl, never raising his voice to match his temper. Slim of stature, smiling of face, he gets his nickname from his sandy red hair, his apple cheeks. He believes ardently in big guns and big navies but does not tactlessly preach his belief from public platforms out of working hours...
This reviewer, to be perfectly fair, must admit to a certain prejudice against actresses whose fame seems to rest on a weary drawl and a manner that frankly indicates that the world is too much with us. Such are Ruth Chatterton and Jane Cowl. After watching the former suffer the grossness that is masculinity (withal patiently) through two or three films, one suddenly revolts at the eternal repetition. The latter, while a less interesting personality, is not so monotonous. This brings us to the question of just what is acting? Current drama supports two kinds of actors. The first...