Word: dullness
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Nation: "Ten years ago something new was born into the world: . . . Soviet Russia, still hated and feared by the West, is enthusiastically celebrating its tenth birthday. . . . Soviet Russia has become a land of hope, a country where millions of men and women feel a new intensity in the dull business of living . . . women have a freedom exceeding even that of America and Scandinavia; children have a primary consideration unknown elsewhere; and the whole machinery of the State is directed .toward raising the standards of living of the millions. No government in history has set out so deliberately and so successfully...
...herself, dedicated to Colonel Charles Augustus Lindbergh. "L'amour est une oiseau rebelle. . . ." The customers at the Palace sat alert for the "Habanera" of the World's Greatest Carmen, but the high comb would not stay in the thin bobbed hair, and the flaming shawl was strangely dull. True there was a hint of the old gestures, the old fire, but the Palace audience could not remember, saved their applause for Naughton & Gold, funny indeed, for the triple-tonguing of Trumpeter Rolfe and his slapstick jazz players...
...than proper between master and servant, he is missing as tasty a hit of aesthetic yohimbin as there is to be found this side of a celebrated international museum in Paris. And if he is missing it he can hardly be blamed for wondering why he ever purchased such dull stuff at a fancy price...
...voluminous black gown. Shrieks of terror mingled with gasps met this display. Flappers sat with blanched faces; bewhiskered Hebrews rocked back and forth with supressed excitement; Ukrainians, more pallid than ever, glanced nervously through their narrow eyes. Maitre Torres, aiming at a chair, pulled the trigger?there was a dull click, followed by sighs of relief. He was attempting to prove that M. Schwartzbard could not have shot Simon Petlura as he lay , prone on the ground...
...tall, old doctor stops at a patient slumped in a wheel chair. He lifts the patient's dull face by the chin and turns to the visitors. The loose ends of his black string tie, which he always wears in a bow, flop about as he explains the case. "This man," he says in effect, "is in the early stages of paresis.* The paralysis has not advanced hopelessly. By injecting into his blood the germs of malaria or serum from the blood of people sick with malaria, we will stop the spread of the syphilis. The malaria toxins...