Word: droll
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...committee, to which he invited the whole Moscow diplomatic corps. Such a chance to make game of Messrs. Hoover and Stimson, whose Gibson had humiliated him last spring, might not soon come again, and Comrade Litvinov made the most of it. Stomachs quaked with mirth as he told in droll fashion how Statesman Stimson had called on all the 53 Kellogg Treaty nations to second his note, and concluded amid guffaws: ''I have just received a cablegram saying that Panama-even great Panama-stands with Mr. Stimson...
...eyed Foreign Minister Aristide Briand, wise and wily as an old tomcat, nine times Prime Minister of France, incomparably her most winning, sonorous orator. Whereas M. Poin-caré had piled the Chamber's rostrum mountains high with notes and documents, shrewd B'rer Briand with a droll little gesture laid one of his visiting cards on the stand before him and commenced his spellbinding quite extempore...
Author Bedel has a droll vivacity all his own. When his Bolivian Planter Cortes, newly rich, buys up the old estate of Fontecreuse in Touraine (southern France ?the Contes Drolatiques country), he installs an elevator, removes a Gobelin tapestry which interferes with the acoustics of his Negro saxophonist, and engages a Russian Count to preside over his kitchen. The Count is Molinoff, a person of glamor. Molinoff forgets he is cook, remembers only he is count. He spends a few stolen hours every day with Anne and Françoise, young daughters of a neighboring poor-but-proud royalist family...
...cast: Glenn Hunter, making his musical debut after years in adolescent "drama" roles; Inez Courtney, who has a gift for flip clowning; Charles Ruggles, an able farceur; Lillian Taiz, whose voice is uncommonly good; Joyce Barbour, who is not given nearly enough to do; and Cy Landry, a dancing droll...
...sake of the censor, was translated as "Three Girls From The Folies Bergere." The book, by Yves Mirande, was innocuous enough and the music, by Raoul Moretti, was light and gay and altogether pleasant. In addition, the chief comedian, M. Servatius, turned out to be an exceedingly droll fellow. Not the least of the visitors' charms was their unpretentiousness. The French do not spend much on their musical comedies. It is a relief to sit through an evening without being asked to watch armies of chorus ladies parade past in what the best dressed woman will not wear. After...