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...individual emerges from a type. The degeneracy of Daniel Pardway's issue-Gene into "a lout among gentleman, a gentleman among louts;" Bert into a floorwalker and window-dresser; Phoebe into a dreamy sadist, via sex-starvation; Freddie into a Princeton fop, proud wastrel and frayed dope fiend-seems mechanical, arbitrary. Like their father, the reader sees little of these children until it is time for them to appear in bars and brothels. Their Presbyterian mother dies young and their worldy-wise Kentucky step-mother is taken up and pushed aside as brusquely by Author Cohen as by aging...
...twelve years old, but I always have, and always will, detest any being (or fiend, as Subscriber Marlborough put the German, Schwarz) who would, for the sake of anything, make life miserable for any dumb beast or animal. When I read the article on "Horses" [TIME, May 31, GERMANY] where the German moving picture producer, Schwarz, sprung a trap under two horses to make them tumble down the cliff onto the rocks below for the sake of making moving pictures of their agony, I felt as one would if someone would suddenly tell you that a certain man had tortured...
Sirs: All my life I have heard of only one man to whom the expression "a fiend in human form" seemed justly applicable and not melodramatic. That man is the German motion picture director. Schultz** whom you describe in TIME, May 31, p. 14. The man who would spring a trap under two horses, send them crunching off a cliff to their death, and finally have motion pictures taken of their agony, is not a man?he is in truth a fiend. I have never written a letter to a magazine before, but I could not sleep last night, thinking...
Packing a jury ; pseudo scientist ; rascal ; rogue ; scoundrel ; slacker ; suicide fiend ; syphilis ; thief ; tool of profiteers ; unfit to be trusted with money ; and villain...
...away into the bright morning: "Abide with Me," Schuman's "Traumerei," "Hark, Hark, My Soul," "Song Without Words." He was proud for he played the greatest carillon in the world. But the burghers of Park Avenue, dreaming of a thousand empty bottles clanked against each other by a fiend's pitchfork, pulled the sheets up over their heads...