Word: juana
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...Juana is a town just across the Mexican border famed for ruthless infamy. In Tia Juana, it is said, one may go swiftly and uncouthly to perdition. Trading upon this no doubt hard-earned reputation, a melodrama has been christened for the town. It is a leaden thing, studded with murder, Chinamen smuggling, federal agents; almost every element of melodrama except excitement...
Thirty thousand people crowded about the race track at Tia Juana, Mexico-famed drinking, gambling spot for southern Californians and visitors-to witness the rich Coffroth handicap. Among the spectators were noted fighter Jack Dempsey; his wife, movie-actress Estelle Taylor; a host of lesser celebrities, foretelling spring fashions from Paris...
...Ramblers. Heralded as the world's funniest twain, Bobby Clark and Paul McCullough rode into town on a two-cylinder vehicle, The Ramblers, and proved it. The resilient cigar and long, fur overcoat are still with them as they amble about Tia Juana with murderous Mexican villains in sinister pursuit. An off-and-on love affair, and a charming dancer, Marie Saxon, are tossed in for good measure. Presented as a musical comedy, The Ramblers is really an excuse for bringing back Comedians Clark and McCullough in a prolonged skit. It is a good excuse...
...spirit on old Castillian thought, subtle, perhaps, as lacking in basic matter sufficient for one to call by the name of literary phenomenon, but nevertheless, appreciable.. Speaking of hispanic-American literature before the War for Independance, the speaker passed in quick review authors, works, and schools from Sr. Juana Ines de la Cruz in Mexico to Rodo in Uruguay, Chocano in Peru and Ruben in Central America. He then commented with special interest upon the literature which developed at the beginning of the past century redolent with the longing for liberty; political writers such as Bolivar Mitre, Sarmlents...
...Broadway talking in its sleep; they were listening to the hot-lipped, two-timing, razz-m'tazzle moan of the saxophones that chuckle and the whistles that whine in the cabarets of Charleston, Memphis, Chicago, in San Francisco roof-gardens and the honkey-tonk joints of Tia Juana; they were listening to tones as strident as peroxided hair, to rhythms that strutted like Negro girls in diamond tiaras. "The most authentic piece of music," said Carl Van Vechten, "that ever came out of America." Critics hurried to crown with bayleaf the youthful brow of George Gershwin. Walter Damrosch besought...