Word: eyebrows
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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When the corpse of a bearded man, dressed only in pajamas, was found stretched on the pavement of London's Horse Guards Parade, it seemed a fairly simple matter to identify him. But it soon turned out that: his beard was false, a patch of his left eyebrow shaved; he had been dead six hours, though he was seen alive only an hour before his body was found; he had been killed by a blow on the head, and shot afterwards. The finding of the murderer is a comparatively simple matter after it is proved who was murdered. Five...
Reporters who went out last week to get copy about Berlin's free civic lipsticks, rouge and eyebrow pencils, were tolerantly received by Dr. M. Gumpert, director of the Bureau and a plastic surgeon of renown. They did not quite understand, he said. There will be no free "cosmetics" as that frivolous term is commonly understood. Instead, the Bureau will try earnestly and scientifically to render reasonably presentable poor folk who are now too repulsive in appearance to get work. Citing cases among the pitifully ugly and poor who applied to the Bureau on its opening day, Dr. Gumpert...
Revenge. Dolores Del Rio can stamp her foot, toss her head, show her teeth, snap her fingers in a way that makes you look at her; still more, she can twitch her eyebrow.* Sometimes it is one eyebrow, sometimes the other. Like those lads who, in school, have awed companions by a strange ability to flex their ears, Dolores Del Rio has awed nations of cinema-seers with her eyebrows. A bear-tamer, now, she twitches scorn for gentlemanly suitors, then pretends fury at Jorga, big brigand who beats her and cuts off her hair; at last a swift...
Here is a realistic reel. The hobo types might easily have been friends of onetime-hobo Tully on the road. Wallace Beery,* who can put more lasciviousness into the simultaneous lifting of eyebrow and stroking of whiskers than most cinemactors can in 500 feet of ponderous leering, has been permitted to graduate from the oaf class into the wider world of characterization. Louise Brooks, as usual, is decorative, never decorous. Richard Arlen does honestly the flaming-tempered youth...
Farrell and Jones were left with 36 more holes to play to settle the tie. Both showed the strain of the three days' play in their faces but not in their games. Jones, plump and thoughtful, his cowlick slicing over his eyebrow, stalked after his ball in silence while Farrell, lean and dark, walked with a gloomy air beside him. As beautiful, as effective as ever was Jones's effortless, mechanically perfect game; his drives were as long as ever, his putts as straight and his score-144-identical with that which had put him ahead...