Word: eared
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Said the New Orleans States: "In Budapest a musician was so enraged by the chatter of a woman in the audience that he ran amuck and bit a policeman. But he made a great mistake. He should have chewed the ear of the offending woman. Had he done so he would have established a precedent that might still the feminine bazoo during a musical performance...
...Grounds, Md., the biggest U. S. demonstration of destructive devices since the War. Bombs dropped and banged. Tanks lurched and rumbled. Field artillery galloped and crackled. Machine guns chattered. Smoke screens fumed. The courteous Signal Corps advised through loudspeakers: "We advise our guests to place their fingers in their ears," but only a few heard, having rammed in ear wadding before the 16-inch chaos was followed by two more convulsions, one from an 8-inch Navy rifle, one from a 12-inch howitzer...
...Lyles came right out and warned Miss Mills that Mr. Van Vechten's interest in Negroes would do her no good; warned her to steer clear of him and turn a deaf ear to his flattery. Mr. Van Vechten, said Mr. Lyles, had only brought shame upon Negroes by taking an "esthetic" interest in their art. Mr. Van Vechten's real purpose, said Mr. Lyles, was to encourage and exaggerate Negro vulgarity and thus, subtly, pander to the "white supremacy" notion of Nordics. Let Florence Mills beware of Carl Van Vechten lest she, pride of "Race People," lose...
...girl in Juliette, Ga., lie shaking in bed at night, kept awake by a troop of crying phantoms and wild dreadful faces. Every closet was to her a nest of horrors; great cats crouched on the shelves, snakes writhed among the shoes on the floor; if you put your ear to the keyhole when the door was shut, you could hear them mewing and hissing, but no matter how suddenly you looked in, the wise, hungry creatures could hide before you saw them. Cupboards were all right when the door was open, so people forgot about the darkness in them...
...grey, quiet Thames that breathes near the uproarious alleys of Limehouse, Colet was pursued by a ghost. Through shipwreck, riding the hot ocean in a tiny open boat, even in the green griddle of the jungle, there was always a hand upon his shoulder, a voice in his ear. Finally he obeyed the whispered command and sailed home, to "Gallions Reach." The lands and water over which Colet is driven by a sprinting remembrance are faintly reminiscent of those over which the great figures of Joseph Conrad strode. Hence Author Tomlinson, a shy, ugly, middle-aged man whose life...