Word: gayness
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Sharp official eyes search the gay streets of the Greek quarter of Tarpon Springs, Fla. Alien sponge divers (TIME, Jan. 21) move aside, shift their glance away. Along the waterfront, among the gaudy antique boats', has gone the whispered warning: U. S. Immigration inspectors are about the town to check smuggling of aliens. Every stranger is a suspect...
Professor Edwin F. Gay of the Department of Economics in the University was elected President of the American Economics Society at the annual convention of that Society in Chicago last month...
...John Garibaldi Sargent, huge, rustic, wise friend and onetime neighbor of Mr. Coolidge in Vermont. His first assistant is kinetic Col. William J. ("Wild Bill") Donovan, who last week whisked away from magic Washington to New Mexico, there to wrestle with the Mexican boundary problem. He went happy, gay and debonair because a little bird had told him he would be Attorney General when, soon, Vermonters Coolidge and Sargent had retired into history. Though nothing more than a bird would stand sponsor for this piquant prediction, it was one of two things which may definitely be put down as sure...
...middle of the town, a railroad terminal with real trains, the terminal exit with a real automobile, the terminal's tracks again-and then the station's great clock swelling into a revolving globe with the Woolworth building and the Statue of Liberty for successive back drops, gay streamers, U. S. flags, the people all dancing madly and from the top of the world, fiddling them on, Jonny...
...pungent, draughty, filled with the cloying scent of women doused with violent perfumes. The blond prince entered the dressing room of the leading lady, a famed courtesan. She greeted him with coy, voluptuous respect, in tantalizing deshabille. The little dressing room was filled with starchy gentlemen, shouting amid the gay popping of corks. To one side stood a myopic, corpulent, bearded figure. His squinting eyes turned ceaselessly, his nostrils twitched. He was Emile Zola, novelist. He had persuaded Ludovic Halevy, boulevardier & librettist, to bring him there. The Prince stared at the bosom and hips of his hostess. Emile Zola stared...