Word: hung
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...comedy, A Midsummer Night's Dream. Accustomed theatregoers must have gasped when they saw the stage. He had audaciously scrapped the usual Greek setting. Costumed in rococo gowns of an early Italian period, the actors scampered over a circular, sloping stage, before a seemingly infinite column of stairs. Draperies hung in a background clustered with stars were melted by green and orange lights into an elfin heaven. Puck, anointing the wrong lovers with his impish love-dew, flew on and off from so many different levels as to leave the impression that there was no such mortal foolishness...
...Newark, N. J., Mae C. Collins, 307 pounds, waddled into a butcher shop. On the walls hung red, juicy, uncooked animals. Under the glass counter reposed cool, damp, bulging joints of beef. On the counter, in the icebox, lay bloody fowl; flaccid livers; grisly, delicious knuckles; dainty, pink and white lamb chops. The gullet of Mae C. Collins gaped a little. Her small, pleasant, piggy eyes, twinkling behind rolls of fat as round and red as hamburgers, finally fixed on a ponderous porterhouse steak. Seizing it, she waddled out of the butcher shop...
...Baldwin hovered in her husband's background. She seems the "perfect wife" of Mid-Victorian days, submerging her personality in that of "my dearest husband," and busying herself in odd moments with causes unquestionably worthy. Her triumph was last week, that no smart anecdote or pert story was "hung" upon her name by the American press...
...tell the delighted villagers that their squire-was out of jail. " 'E's a ticket o'-leave-man, still, though," said the gardener sadly, "the Marster, on account 'e is out o' jail two years early, 'as to put in 'is ticket to them? every month!" Soon the villagers hung out flags and other tokens to honor open-handed Squire Bottomley...
...died in the past year, there are still more than 800,000 of them, in all walks of life.* Cincinnati felt comfortably full last week with some 5,000 of the 800,000 on hand?marching, singing, trapshooting, eating "burgoo" (Kentucky stew), watching fireworks. Purple, the Elk's color, hung everywhere. "Hello, Bill! Are you an Elk?"* was the phrase of the week...