Word: grins
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Last week another effort was made. Smith, whose mouth turns down at the corners, missed a putt; Sarazen, whose mouth curls up in a grin, holed a birdie 4. Smith, who sometimes falters, shied his drive into the rough; Sarazen, who swings with compact precision, banged far down the fairway. "Ho ho!" cried hasty ones, "You see how this will end!" But Smith, whose wrists are wiry, winged a shot home and sank his putt for a 3. He missed another birdie by an eyelash, then holed a long side- hill recovery putt. He sized up putt after putt thereafter...
...half friend of the family, or to be exact the hero's "battle field chum", does so with no apparent knowledge of the histrionic art. Frances Grant, the Mammy who tours around with Miss Mackaill as Miss Mackaill seeks her revenge, is a bit stifling after the first broad grin. The patrons of the Metropolitan might however disagree-at least they did one night this week. Perhaps she, broad grinned daughter of darkness, is also a part of that world which is "so typically Michael Arlen...
...DeMar and then behind Stenroos, ahead of the straggling pack of 85 others-out through Natick, around through Wellesley, back through Auburndale, up and down through Newton Hills, where Johnny Miles began passing Stenroos and dropping back, passing him and dropping back, nine times, until once he passed him grinning and refused to drop back, but spurted on through Brookline, Coolidge Corner and Governor's Square to-Exeter Street, where Johnny Miles grinned a broader grin, flung up his arms and burst the tape, not only winner of a historic race but possessor of a new world...
...every day that one can be an aesthete. A vagabond must watch the calendar warily, and when the fitting day arrives, pounce upon it. Bozo Snyder has left these parts to show his toothless grin to other audiences. There are those left, however, who still hold aloft the banner of culture, and the aesthete need not quite despair...
There were curtain calls, many of them, for an exceedingly able cast; calls for the great old lady, who finally came out alone, enveloped the entire audience with a mighty grin...