Word: horridness
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...skin which is doubly taxed by society and professional life and which must be kept clear, fresh and free from weariness and that horrid pasty look, Pond's Two Creams are perfect, so fragrant and pleasant of texture, so sure in fulfillment...
Shanghai. In gloomy night, on the outskirts of the international settlement, seven coolies held up a car driven by W. W. Mackenzie, British Engineer, and Miss Mary Duncan, British subject. As Miss Duncan reported, Mackenzie got out of the car and asked the coolie? what they wanted. Horrid laughter greeted him. A shot was fired. Mackenzie scrambled back into the car. A volley of bullets followed him and he fell mortally wounded. Miss Duncan, slightly wounded, seized the wheel, drove to the concession...
...Gorilla, by Ralph Spence, depends chiefly on the scenery. Trapdoors revolve and clatter, arms protrude from solid stone, panels slide and lights go black and green. While their surroundings are thus behaving queerly, the company unfolds a tale of horrid humors. It seems that the Gorilla was a monstrous criminal who advertised his criming and then fulfilled his promises. Murders and whatnot were his pastime. On this particular evening, he operates in the livingroom, the garage and the cellar of the Stevens mansion. A detailed report of the activity would sound very much like a 9-year-old child...
...Coop, the print goes under the number E 156. The original painting, which is by Manet, now hangs in the Luxembourg, and is entitled "Olympia." The subject is a nude, couchant, and differs from the Lampoon representation in that it is minus the wine-glass and the horrid leer with which the humorous artist embellished...
...suffering from the disease. If, on the other hand, you are one of the sophisticates who shrug a shoulder at such things, you will probably find the play as effective a satire as "Main Street" or 'Beggar on Horseback." The only flaw in our enjoyment as such, was our horrid suspicion that Mr. Frank Craven wrote the play more for the enjoyment of the large crowd that so obviously did enjoy it, than for any purpose of poking fun at the way we moderns live our lives...