Word: golden
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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John Wesley Langley, beloved soak, bleary-eyed disciple of Sir John Falstaff,† was ten times elected Congressman from Kentucky by bone-dry, Fundamentalist, Republican mountaineers. His tongue knew well the golden mellowness of old Kentucky "corn," his hand had felt the frost of tall mint juleps, but he remained faithful, legislatively, to the arid principles of his constituents. He had been arrested for intoxication in both Pikeville, Ky., and Washington, D. C., but Congressmen continued to admire his genial philosophy, his legal knowledge. He is now serving a two-year term in the Atlanta penitentiary for conspiracy to violate...
...flitted through the forests as an angel of warning to settlers and of destruction to Indians, after a band of redskins had yanked his wife naked from her blazing bed and scalped her before his eyes. The hero-perhaps Mr. Curwood as he would like to have been-is golden-haired, steel-sinewed David Rock who, through his attachment to the humanitarian Black Hunter, is suspected of treason by his foppish, malicious French overlords and lives through to wed silken-lashed Anne St. Denis only by the slim width of a tomahawk blade. History pours forth aplenty through the tale...
...when he was forced to sign his "supplemental abdication" by Super-Tuchun Feng Yu-Hsiang, former War Lord of Peking. Would not Super-Tuchun Wu, cried the delegates, add luster to his reputation as the exponent of China's former aristocracy by restoring a clinking golden aura to "The Son of Heaven?" Super-Tuchun Wu would not. Courteous but firm, he sent the delegates packing, declared that to accede to their request would lay him open to the charge of attempting to restore the Empire. . . . Meanwhile, at Tientsin, Henry P'u-yi and his consort, Elizabeth, continued their...
...gathering of pressmen he explained his note. Yes, he wore makeup. His profession made it necessary. Did he wear bracelets? For reply he held up his wrist, and the golden bands tinkled their momentary music. Sentiment, he said, had sealed their clasps. He would never take them off. "Here, in tender reverie," wrote the star cor- respondent of a moving picture magazine, "Mr. Valentino bent his head. . . ." Discussing the editorial, the head was erect, the reverie was not tender...
...Blonde Sinner. A sleazy combination of musical comedy, mystery play, and Long Island society drama was injected last week and didn't take. The golden girl of the title falls into the web of a divorce suit as unidentified correspondent. Detectives and others interested assemble at her summer home. Moments of violent sleuthing are followed by moments in which the cast strive to act exclusive. Then there is a song and dance to confuse the spectator further. Of all of this the songs were best. The rest was indolent; a crude entertainment...