Word: lardner
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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JUNE MOON?Ring W. Lardner and George S. Kaufman's ludicrous treatise on the songwriting racket...
...Jackier, Wyoming Seminary; J. F. Joseph, Boston Latin School; J. F. Kane, Jr., Saint Joseph's College High School; Leonard Kaplan, Boston Latin School; C. B. Kenney, Boston Latin School; M. J. Klainer, Boston Latin School; D. D. Knox, Exeter; Edward Landsberg, Boston Latin School; J. A. Lardner, Andover; J. D. Lawlor, Boston Latin School; H. W. Lee, Bridgeport High School; R. E. Levi, Brookline High School; J. C. Lewis, Brookline High School; Philip Lipkin, Boston Latin School; W. C. Lothrop, Brookline High School; W. J. Loughran, Boston Latin School; J. R. Lourie, Boston Latin School; Morton McMichael, Exeter...
...REPERTORY THEATRE-splendid drama (Tchekov, Anet, the Quinteros), splendidly acted at top price of $1.50. STRICTLY DISHONORABLE - ludicrous scherzo about a speakeasy and an innocent but willing beauty. THE CRIMINAL CODE-the laws of God are not on the statutes. JUNE MOON-magnificent satire on songwriting by Ring W. Lardner & George S. Kaufman. Musical: WHOOPEE, FOLLOW THRU, THE LITTLE SHOW, HOT CHOCOLATES, SWEET ADELINE, GEORGE WHITE'S SCANDALS. Best Pictures...
June Moon. Ring W. Lardner and George S. Kaufman are the authors of this satire on the noisiest of all "rackets," music publishing. It is as funny as a fusion of such wits would lead one to expect. Mr. Lardner has even gone so far as to write several crack-brained chansons which no one will be able to whistle but which everyone will want to hear again. The negligible story tells of a boy (Norman Foster) who leaves Schenectady to write lyrics in Manhattan. His June Moon is a success and, having narrowly escaped marriage with a shapely extortionist...
What is really important is the fact that Messrs. Lardner and Kaufman show themselves to be irreverent Boswells of Tin Pan Alley. They know, for instance, all about its soiled, impertinent goddesses. One of these creatures, played with frightening rancor by Jean Dixon, scourges her husband with wisecracks because his "Paprika, You're the Spice of My Life" is the only song hit he has written in three years. "That's the place for you," she says, upon learning that the Hall of Fame is devoted to "Busts." When he sings her his new "Montana Moon" she stares...