Word: impishly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...even, that seem oddly exotic in a world where tinsel is the mode. Manager Wiley was inevitably destined by nature to be the associate of Publisher Ochs. Two such opposites could never have kept apart. They would have been an irresistible vaudeville team, courtly, Ochs feeding gag-lines to impish Wiley; they would have made a handy pair of tumblers, big Ochs tossing tiny Wiley through a hoop. If the latter event had ever taken place, Wiley would have landed on his head, a part of him which seems to overweigh, though not to overbalance, his short, active frame. Seen...
...room to tell his secretary, found her tittering timorously and avoiding his look. Again he looked at his paper. Here was his name in print! What had he done? Dastardly impudence! Oh! . . . This was not the Wall Street Journal. He was reading the Bawl Street Journal, its gay, impish perfect imitation which the Manhattan Bond Club issues for its annual picnic. Now he could settle down to enjoy the neighborhood merriment...
...ever beheld, in the flesh, either Mr. Rogers or Mr. Peet, few are without their conception of the personal appearance of these able outfitters. They envision Rogers as a spindling little man, whose pathetic shanks, shrunken torso and desiccated arms, contrast oddly with the twinkling zest of his round impish face, the shrewd pucker of his mobile mouth; they picture Peet as his twin, in all respects identical. For such are the eloquent small figures that have long capered in the advertising columns of theatre programs and daily newspapers, accompanied by a jest, a clothing suggestion and the name...
...William Orpen, R.A., Paddy's pig is a Spaniard. Though he has had no old ones, this is a book about his young days, before they shot to kill in Dublin and before England knighted Orpen for mocking some of her greatest lords in sharp colors with an impish brush. It was a time of talent in Dublin, with George Moore mooning about, John M. Synge writing his plays, James Stephens his poetry, quiet young James Joyce his sketches and energetic Sir Hugh Lane slaving to make Dublin a European Art centre...
...took an impish delight in telling stories, then shaking his finger in my direction:"You can't very well use that one in print, Mr. Farrar!" There seems little reason, however, why I cannot use his pronouncement concerning the Drama of the present?a pronouncement which will have more value to you, if you have Professor Matthews' background before...