Word: golden
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...VENETIAN GLASS NEPHEW-Elinor Wylie - Doran ($2.00). "Peter Innocent beheld a golden griffin lift his wings to fan the air; a stag of azure glass dappled with the same gold, stepped with a fairy pride across the expanse of Chinese lacquer which separated him from his mate, and the two, meeting, caressed each other with delicate gestures of affection. A hummingbird, with feathers blown in pearl color and crimson, flew from his perch, alighting on the leafy chandelier; the spray that received him bent and swayed and from its largest rose a petal drifted to the floor...
...Holy Terror. John Golden is chiefly famous for clean plays-a fame in no small measure achieved by his own insistent advertising of the fact. Therefore the sharp knuckles of profanity protruding from the hairy fist of his first play this autumn caused comment. The profanity was not, it is true, intense. But remember the crooks in Turn to the Right and the apaches in Seoenfh Heaven. They never said damn or hell...
Such addiction to creedal living cannot lead to any sweetness or much light. Quite the contrary, it has tended to make America a land where freedom is foresic and rights are reserved by referendum. Perhaps at some golden future time, even Americans will realize that capable actors become used to the spotlight...
Widely heralded as a "clean play",--perhaps too widely for its own good--"Seventh Heaven" came to the Tremont Monday night, and before two distinguished guests-of-honor, Lieutenant-Governor Allen and Mayor Curley, well-known apostles of a clean drama, achieved a very considerable triumph. Producer John Golden was there, and after his leading lady, Ann Forrest, had taken several curtain calls at the close of the second act, consented to speak. He outlined his views on stage purity, complimented Boston for its support of the cause, and ended by calling on Mayor Curley to rise and bow from...
...burdens, but as foals followed their dams over water-drops that grew as they acquired boldness, how lumps of sugar had substituted for whips in their training. On the runway, 60 feet up, the horses whinnied softly, and pushed their noses at electric light bulbs which they mistook for golden pears. A girl touched the leader on the flank. The horse stretched on the runway like a great cat, launched its four hoofs into the air and, for an imperceptible second, hung suspended so, in the image of Pegasus, a steed thrown sunward- then curved heavily, fiercely down burying...