Word: gadding
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...most gallant officers and whole regiments of British Tommies who have a cocky, engaging eye for women. Last week these connoisseurs were utterly flabbergasted when they learned that Captain Leslie Ivor Victor Gauntlett Slight Barker, D. S. O., who was universally regarded in Andover as "a gentleman, and by gad a sportsman, Sir!" is in fact a transvestite? one of the most remarkable of modern times...
...Glyn gushes over and Gilbert Frankau glorifies. She dresses modestly for her work (an "alas, very cheap" fur coat). She discourages the advances of young men on the tops of busses, carries her notes in a neat handbag and would sooner sit home and read in the evenings than gad about at dance places?unless her girl chum is in town. To thousands and thousands of such young women any generous author of light fiction should feel a lasting debt of gratitude. Very well, then, such shall be Mr. Oppenheim's heroine; her name, just plain Edith Brown...
...pored these many years over curious volumes. To readers of Warriors in Undress it will be instantly self-evident that he long ago formed the excellent habit of jotting down a good thing when he sees it. Probably on these occasions he slaps his knee and cries: "By gad! That's good...
...took him an hour. The tide turned. He was swimming now with the dreadful automatonism of exhaustion. Boats scurried out from the shore to meet him; cheery British voices hailed him for his triumph. He would make it now, right enough. Gad, he was only a half-mile from shore. But the swimmer turned upon his encouragers eyes darkened and guttering. He was a lost man now, though they did not know it; he was drowned head and heel in black water, the fathomless seas of fatigue. The tide set its knee in his chest and pushed him back toward...
...Gad, they don't often shout!" Clarence H. Mackay, Chairman of the Philharmonic Board, stood, carnation in buttonhole, bending a benign, florid face upon the inclining Furtwangler. He had just heard him conduct Strauss's Death and Transfiguration, Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, with dignity and power. This Furtwangler well understands Beethoven, presents, in fact, something of an intellectual likeness to him. He has vigor, directness, a scorn of sham that amounts some- times to a scorn of subtlety, and a kind of majesty even-the majesty of the unconcerned. Perhaps that is why the cellists slapped their...