Word: hounding
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Healy's portrayal of an American news hound contributes a great deal. An alarming atmosphere is created at the very beginning by a scary voice from the nether reaches of the theatre warning queasy patrons to get out before they're carried out--or words to that effect. "Mad Love" is pretty macabre, though, and brilliantly photographed, and we highly recommend...
Spring Davis, an aged Missouri farmer, loved one of his dogs, Bugle Ann, because her voice soared with a queer, brassy resonance high above the baying of the pack. Davis and his neighbors, plain, silent men, trained dogs for more fashionable hunters, let the hounds race nightly but never killed a fox. When Jacob Terry put up a fence that endangered the dogs, the old men quarreled, but Spring Davis' son nevertheless continued to make love to Jacob Terry's daughter. Bugle Ann disappeared, and Spring Davis, believing that Terry had killed her, shot him and went...
...that it wasn't much worse than the recent whiskey advertisement in which that old sportsman was telling how he knew good whiskey because he knew good hunters and good hounds-and the hound, if you please, was an Irish setter...
...Cummings and Kirstein. Both are Harvard men (Cummings graduated in 1915, and Kirstein in 1930), and both names connote, at least in Philistia, the no plus ultra of that kind of modern literature which baffles the plain man, and rejoices in its baffling. As editor of the late lamented "Hound and Horn," Kirstein frequently published Cummings, and if he were now a publisher, he would not be among the unappreciative tradesmen who refused Cummings' present batch, perhaps because they felt that, in these days of mounting expenses, they could not afford to publish stuff sure of a small sale...
...cool in the Ritz at five o'clock. Another hound? And when you come out it's still light, and you can walk through the Public Gardens and pick tulips if you've had that many cocktails, and then on to dinner at Locke-Obers where they still have oysters. This is the last week--so Charley will tell you. Then on and on and on like so many songs. Shoulder to shoulder, bolder and bolder. Bolder and colder and older and greater and much later you find yourself at the Crescent Club. Stick to scotch, Please! Can't anyone...