Word: foppishness
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Later upon the scene came fat but foppish Captain Cohn. He has turned his hundreds of pounds into thousands and his thousands into millions by a series of wily maneuvers which have enabled him to get control of a huge, commanding bloc of Wagons-Lits securities. Shrewd, unctuous, Captain Cohn is not, however, the man to be satisfied with mere control. He is planning an amazing, manipulative coup. Last month he and Lord Dalziel visited Manhattan and quietly applied to list the shares of Wagons-Lits upon the New York Stock Exchange. If that listing is granted, they are reported...
...courtiers of Confucius, men with bitter yellow faces blackly stitched into acute angles, invented a game. They would stand, fantastically foppish in long sleeves and ivory silk, silent on the shiny green leather of China turf, each holding in his hand a great smooth ball of polished wood. It was a picture in suave bright colors infused with a slow and graceful motion. There would be a swish of light brilliance above the lawn, a brush of spinning wood on grass, a far-away microscopically delicate click as wood touched porcelain. The game was first to pitch balls into...
...courante compares to the Charleston. It is played now by members of the Elizabethan Club at Yale University, and by the members of many an old, austere and gentle club, who are too antique for the frantic antics of the pastimes practiced by younger popinjays. No longer foppish, no longer clothed in silk or jerkins, they still narrow their eyes to an Eastern slant, still gabble noisily as they heave their greens about, "the closest thing I ever saw. You couldn't have put a peacock's feather between...
...yanked his wife naked from her blazing bed and scalped her before his eyes. The hero-perhaps Mr. Curwood as he would like to have been-is golden-haired, steel-sinewed David Rock who, through his attachment to the humanitarian Black Hunter, is suspected of treason by his foppish, malicious French overlords and lives through to wed silken-lashed Anne St. Denis only by the slim width of a tomahawk blade. History pours forth aplenty through the tale, but not more than Mr. Curwood's vast and romantic public can follow. All the characters have Souls, lofty or eternally...
...women's taste in fiction, fashions, photography, pornography; newspapers have come bravely to the defense of the fading male. Ever since the days when horsewhips and double-derringers dictated the editorial policies of the better southern and western papers, editors have denounced everything that smacked of the foppish, the exquisite, and, above all, the epicene. Last week, to one of the editorial writers of the Chicago Tribune, came an unequalled opportunity to demonstrate his verbal virility...