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...story glorifies the Demos with "Gee, Honey," and "Oh Yeah?" until it all comes out right in the end. The characterization is intensely realistic. Much praise is due to the cast, especially to Arthur Lake, for assuming Mormonism so successfully. The plot contains all forms of interest save the one that might make them interesting, the most virulent source of its pathos being unrequited love tenderly softened by the inevitable strains of "A Boy's Best Friend is his Mother." The only reasons for subjection to this form of entertainment are Olive Borden and the desire to refresh dimming memories...
...what it was that chorus girls talked about while standing about on the stage between dances. He seemed to think it would be more or less a discussion of something far removed from stage life while as a matter of fact all I hear them say is things like, 'Gee, Mamie, look at that funny looking bird in the third row left', or, 'I can see Joe out there but whose the dame he's with, it ain't his wife...
...dreams of Fairyland, he wanders into enchanted woods. "I love the woods," he continually explains. There he is troubled by large and grotesque faces, by a contortionistic frog. He tells a story of a carrier pigeon whose wings were injured but who still managed to reach his destination. "Gee," he exclaims, "were his feet sore...
...What pleased me most was when Mike exclaimed: 'Gee, Miss Brown, you're not a bit like a teacher; you're so human.' . . . Are we wrong, I wonder, offering Art Appreciation and Workshop along with Arithmetic? . . . Yesterday I had a letter from Ned Thompson thanking me for persuading him to go to Yale. . . . Before I came to high school, I taught in the grades. Each morning Ikey Stein brought me roses which he had gathered in the cemetery. Patsy O'Reilly presented me with three battered toothbrushes; his father was a garbage collector. . . . I banged...
...refused the invitation to the mountains; I corrected two hundred papers over the weekend, themes, grammar tests, and spelling. When I returned them to the morning class, 'Brick' chucked his into the wastebasket with a 'Gee, somebody spilled the red ink!' How to make them care! . . . Miss Skelton teaches chemistry; she is a faithful worker for the Y. W. C. A. Mr. Mince tips his hat to her every morning; I've seen her flush at his audacity. Sometime I'm going to lock them in the Study Hall and compromise them...