Word: foxe
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Flicker. In the interest of another kind of dancing came Roger MacEwan, a dance-master of Glasgow and London. He too brought a new dance, his own invention, called the "Oxford" and consisting of four variants of the fox trot and tango. Included in his suite was a thing called the "flicker" which he said was the rage in London. Obligingly he "flicked" for the 80 delegates. Pointing a well-shod toe, taking a step forward with the right foot, bringing the left across so that the ankles touch, the "flickerer" then stamps smartly with the right foot, executing...
Taps. Nowadays a dancing instructor must be versed in all kinds of dancing. Gone is the cotillion master whose repertoire was complete with the schottische, polka and waltz. To be up-to-date the schools must teach the ballet, the toe-dance, the classical and acrobatic dance, the fox trot, one-step, two-step and waltz and the tap dance. Leading exponent of the latter is Billy Newsome, vaudevillian, onetime teacher for Ned Wayburn, Broadway showgirl trainer. The tap dance is in vogue. "Society," says Tapper Newsome, "is taking it up. I've tutored the Vanderbilts and the Astors...
Last week Tapper Newsome expertly tapped for the delegates. He combines the tap with the Charleston, the Black Bottom, the fox trot. He is working on a combination tap and flicker which, he says, should be a rage...
...William Fox, cinemagnate, was on his way to play golf last month when his automobile smashed up, injuring him, killing his chauffeur (TIME, July 29). Last week, fully recovered, Film-man Fox played his first game of golf since emerging from the hospital. At the 17th hole, 150 yards across water, he cocked his eye, waggled his club, swung with precision and, for the third time in his career, holed his tee shot. Said he, modest: "Of course, I know that all three have been a matter of luck...
...Cock-Eyed World (Fox). Laurence Stallings and Maxwell Anderson wrote this sequel to What Price Glory. Like most sequels written to order and for the trade, it retains the flavor but not the vitality of the first piece. Still in the Marines, Sergeant Quirt and Top-Sergeant Flagg get their women mixed up again in Russia, Brooklyn, Coney Island, the tropics. Their dialog, consisting mostly of aggressive variations of the phrases "Says You" and "Says me," is amazingly rough for cinema, outshocks What Price Glory in places. One of the men gets wounded, the other leads his troops to glory...