Word: kidded
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...There'll Be a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight" stopped suddenly on a loud note, there was a great roaring of competitive anecdotes. Bellowed one bottle-nosed sport, ". . . And boy, I almost brought her home and married her. Yes, and by God if the damn kid didn't get himself shot over in France, after all the trouble I went to on his account. . . ." Boasted a lanky comedian, ". . . Maybe you don't remember the night down in Santiago when the Colonel bummed a drink of my whiskey and I wrapped him up in a tent...
...burlesque circuit, doing a waltz buck while a brazen orchestra shatters her sentiment into cheap, broken rhythms. "Can you make it?" she asks under her breath of her tottering spouse, snapped out of a month's debauch for this merry function. "I can-if you'll stick, kid." "I'll stick-always," she answered, and as the curtain falls the audience knows that she belongs forever to the blah of her man, to the hurdy-gurdy of the footlights...
...week he pitted some 40 years of life and 23 years of ring experience against Georgie Levine, young welterweight. Levine jabbed, ducked, danced. Britton, his legs lazy with age, dodged well, punched hard, won the decision. Levine rushed over from his corner: "Jack, you're a great old kid...
Engaged. Richard Barthelmess, cinemactor (Broken Blossoms, Way Down East and more recently The Patent Leather Kid), to Katherine Wilson, actress, recently seen in Manhattan in An American Tragedy. (She played the factory girl.) He, educated at Trinity College, a member of Psi Upsilon fraternity, was this year divorced by Actress Mary Hay, whom he married...
...Patent Leather Kid (Richard Barthelmess). A tussle in the prize ring is one thing; a tussle in the trenches another. In the first, one can keep his hair slick between rounds and be reasonably sure that the fight will end as the managers agreed. But in the trenches, where a man's head may be blown off without contract, haircombs are counted superficial. Besides, there is no counter jab against a 16-inch shell. So the hero, once a cocky pugilist of the alleyways, turns yellow. But later he braces up, rushes a machine-gun nest, falls, comes...