Word: humorous
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...little essay entitled "Fenimore Cooper's Literary Offences,"--an essay, by the way, that can be recommended to anyone who likes his humor biting--Mark Twain delivers some of his opinions of the first of America's older novelists...
...invention; it has no order, system, sequence or result; it has no lifelikeness, no thrill, no stir, no seeming of reality; its characters are confusedly drawn and by their acts and words they prove that they are not the sort of people the author claims that they are; its humor is pathetic; its pathos is funny; its conversations are--oh! indescribable; its love-scenes odious; its English a crime against the language. Counting these out, what is left is Art. I think we must all admit that...
...shipwrecked maid impersonating her twin brother are too frequently allowed to lag into slow comedy only partially relieved by the Bard's verse. Not so in this case. The cast mercifully interpret light comedy in a gay spirit unoppressed by the playwright's reputation. Sometimes the humor is even flavored with slapstick, as in the case of Egon Brecher's Sir Toby Belch, who does. Yet so airily do the players carry off the Shakespearean fancies that the audience readily forgives trivial irreverence avows Twelfth Night...
...finds it "charming" (and so it is) to remember when little Tar Moorehead (so called to pacify Anderson relatives) discovered the great impersonal world of horses, rats, cows, sheep, and tried to join it by eating grass. He has never lost the sense of curiosity, wonder and cosmic humor experienced by little Tar when he saw the bald drug clerk and his lean wife cutting privy antics. He recalls Tar's first frights, shames, loves, possessions, just writing them down and then looking at them as Tar used to, stupidly perhaps but quite happily, saying, "Well, now. What...
People who lack music often complain that music lacks humor. Such people never grasp witty music, the intentioned epigrams of Ravel and Scriabine, of that deft and revered knight, Sir Arthur Sullivan. They can understand performers who make fun of serious music, burlesquing well-known classics, but how performers can, without irreverence, have fun with music these complainers cannot see. Few such gentry were in the Cleveland audience which last week heard a drunken Russian cab driver conduct the Volga boat-song. Nicolai Sokolov, Cleveland Orchestra conductor, famed interpreter of the Russians, had just directed his orchestra through...