Word: dullness
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Produced by Daniel Eleazer Pomeroy, famed financier, director Bankers Trust Co., Loew's, Inc., Hamburg-American Line, etc. Witnesses of the Manhattan opening were amazed that so able a man should permit the dull, shoddy, blunderingly elaborate prologue which prefaced the principal film...
...Madison Square Garden, Manhattan. Jack Sharkey, Bostonian, eminent contender for the world's heavyweight championship, was battling Tom Heeney, New Zealander. The fight was promised as an important preliminary for the next Gene Tunney championship bout. Outpouring spectators complained Friday, 13, was unlucky for them. The fight was dull; declared a draw...
...with its short limbs supported a massive misshapen head. The forehead indeed, was clear and candid, the eyes quick and shrewd, penetrating and sagacious; but below the small flat nose an apelike mouth thrust forward its enormous jaws and pendulous underlip. Her copper-colored hair was coarse, wiry and dull, her skin patchy and of a dull greyish pallor...
...stage that night something happened. Faust was given in English, by an all-American cast, and given so intelligently, with such complete concession to the beauty of the whole, that Washington, dull musically, waxed enthusiastic and fairly hugged itself in the thrill of a new discovery. It was a Faust rejuvenated, lifted well out of the operatic rut, a Faust as true to the spirit of Goethe's poem as to Gounod's music. There was no portly prima donna past her prime to parade as the guileless Marguerita, no heroic stage devil preposterously horned and tailed...
...etre, hang on his search. And while his undergraduate, training can not have left him bare of all general knowledge, the necessity of keeping apace or in advance of the rush of discovery grants no opportunity for attention, however desirable, to other learning. But the faculty of being perfectly dull is an luborn talent, and not the result of training...