Word: gentleman
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...said an anonymous gentleman of the press as he watched the Harvard band last Saturday, "what they need out there is a woman." The Crimson agrees. The music was fine, but still the between-the-halves exhibition sagged in the wrong spots. The band acted like a Paris mob storming the Bastille, while the cheer-leaders gave a fair imitation of the English cabinet advocating action...
...congratulate you on your stand against the utterances of distinguished gentleman who ought to know better. Stay with it. If you need ammunition, turn to the four articles written for the Saturday Evening Post by Frank Simonds just before he died. American undergraduates are fortunate in having one undergraduate newspaper that sees clearly, and I hope your example will be followed by every other undergraduate paper in the country . . . Kenneth Roberts...
Sharpest possible contrast to loud, big boned Mr. Fish is Virginia's quiet, studious Clifton Alexander Woodrum. If a composite of typical U. S. businessmen could be assembled and varnished, he might look like Mr. Woodrum. The gentleman from Roanoke is milk-mild about everything but the public debt; only New Deal extravagance burns...
...years Manhattan's most persistent exhibition-goer was a little old gentleman with a beard, a beady eye and baggy trousers. Standing before a painting, preferably a high-priced one, he would mutter. "Pffft! Such crude pigments! My, such a stencil technique-brr-let me get away!" He stopped other gallery-goers to tell them he was the world's greatest artist, passed out handbills describing himself as "Mesmerist-Prophet and Mystic, Humorist Galore, Ex All Round Athletic Sportsman (to 1889), Scientist supreme: all ologies, Ex Fancy amateur Dancer. . . ." He wrote crank letters to the newspapers. His letterhead...
...explain his delay in answering letters. One day a Boston department-store executive gave Bill a life-size wax model of Miss Smack. Bill stretched her out among the littered papers on his couch, with her skirts up and a champagne glass in her hand, horrified an old gentleman who came to see him. Bill tried to explain that Miss Smack was a model, but the old gentleman went away muttering: "Your private life is none of my business, young...