Word: genteelism
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...detective. Courteous, well-read, softspoken, with a vocabulary greater than Sherlock Holmes's (and far more normal habits), he could talk international finance with Morgan partners, politics with Presidents, and seem much more like a reassuring expounder of broad issues than a practical political dopester. But last week genteel Columnist Waiter Lippmann solved a mystery that had baffled some of the keenest political detectives in the U. S. It was the Mystery of the Third Term, or Will President Roosevelt Run Again...
Besides her honest, very neatly told, never uninteresting story, Mrs. Keith presents the psychological spectacle of a likable, genteel lady who may crossruff but never cancel her ladyhood. Seen through that lens, her portrait of Borneo is seriously limited...
...night last week Chicago's elegant Goodman Theatre was packed to its heavy oak doors. What drew this throng was no thunder-rousing maestro or pudding-fed diva, but a pair of pale, genteel young men who plunked softly on 18th-Century-model harpsichords. Before a silver backdrop, gently lit by amber lights, they joined in deft pluck-a-pluck duets by Mozart and Bach. Occasionally they were joined by two lush lady harpsichordists in 18th-Century lace and velveteen. To all this harpsichordery their audience listened reverently, applauded with loud smacks. For they were listening...
...great names that once reported football still wrote their bylines on the sports pages last week. In the New York Sun and some 125 other papers Grantland Rice went on murmuring genteel phrases that made football sound as leisurely as golf, as intellectual as chess. But Damon Runyan had become a general columnist and short-story writer; so had Paul Gallico. Westbrook Pegler discoursed solemnly about politics, as did Heywood Broun. William O'Connell McGeehan and Ring Lardner were dead...
Natural Sham. A typical compilation of 1939 magazine-verse is Sara Henderson Hay's This My Letter. Its author herself is typical of the many Americans who are harassed by an almost total lack of disadvantages. She has: a genteel Southern education, a husband (Raymond Holden, verse-writing novelist and Book-of-the-Month Club editor), an imaginary small son (who, in This My Letter, is good for 14 sonnets), a home in the metropolis (with a farm in the offing), a poetry-prize (for her first book, Field of Honor, now in its third edition), an entree...