Word: itches
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Rumania's Dowager-Queen has had writer's itch for some time and has not held her hand from scratching it. Many a shopgirl has tingled over Marie's royal reminiscences (The Story of My Life...
...Doctor is a hearty moral tale that shades almost imperceptibly away from real life. Mary Roberts Rinehart has more than a nodding acquaintance with most of the people she writes about, and by the standards of her school her sympathies are keen. To those who mistake the itch and ache of sentimentality for the cathartic stir of tragedy, The Doctor may prove a pleasantly laxative experience...
BEFORE THE BRAVE-Kenneth Patchen -Random House ($2). SWEAR BY THE NIGHT-Nathalia Crane -Random House ($1.50). Mere mention of poetry makes most men itch. Not until poetry the thing has been sent again & again to the critical laundry would most self-respecting readers wear it next to their skins. Modern poets have always raised a storm of apprehensive, defensive abuse. Wordsworth was condemned for his prosiness, Whitman for his barbaric yawp, Browning for his obscurity. But readers of 1936 think they have a better case against their poets than more ancient moderns did against theirs. Nervous readers, cornered...
...clothes. But the Lorenzo husbands were too olive-oily for her taste; she wanted gamier game. Enter big society man, complete with roadster and fatuous expression; exit Irene. Meantime Husband Ernie had been taken up by the society man's wife, who had personality and an itch for Art. When the showdown came, with a double divorce and remarriage, Ernie and Irene found the new deal was not all they had hoped. The Lorenzo bunch, awed by the spectacle of so much high villainy, relapsed contentedly into their lower brackets...
...part in attracting mates. The theory among the savages is that the eyes are fickle, but that once a man is nosed, all the anthropologists in Africa can't beak the spell. Where the nose has lost much is in its powers of prophecy. Time was, when our nose itched, we knew we were to hear good news be kissed by a fool, or take a long journey. Now we just call it an itch and scratch. That's civilization...