Word: laughter
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...they understand the beauty of our city Who are not connoisseurs of loveliness? For it is not the beauty of gay lights; Nor of swift moving crowds; nor quick young laughter ; Nor of shop-thronged streets; nor the sharp hard clink of money Passing from fist to fist. Rather it is the beauty Of an old, old woman in a black mantilla; Of an old, old woman with unutterable wisdom Behind her wordless reticence; who lights a candle In token of prayer before a faded picture of the Madonna. Or it is humble beauty- A flock of goats tumbling down...
...there is one weak spot it is concerned with comedy. James Barton, Ray Dooley, and Andrew Toombes have a few magnificently excruciating moments and far too few. Mr. Barton's dancing again proves that he has no rival for laughter below the knees. Greta Nissen, lured back from the movies, does a neat pantomime. The chorus is traditionally comely. In fact nearly everything about the show is excellent, except its massive length and breadth. Perhaps banting would help...
Puppets (Milton Sills). It looks as though the wounds of war would never heal for the movies-now that The Big Parade has made so much money. There is a shell hole scene in this one, too. Somehow no one has recaptured the ferocity and the coarse laughter of the fighting as well as did The Big Parade. The war stuff in Puppets is particularly weak. The rest of the picture is about an Italian master of marionettes who leaves Manhattan to fight. His wife attempts to carry on his sideshow. None of it exacts breathless attention...
...seems that young Mr. Hemingway, who works like a nailer over his own writing, with extraordinarily promising results, was going about his business in Paris, lunching frequently with Scott Fitzgerald, Ford Madox Ford, John Dos Passos and even H. G. Wells, when a copy of Black Laughter by Sherwood Anderson reached him and caused him a bit of a pain. Perhaps other people were similarly affected by that earnest study of a dissatisfied newspaperman who abandoned his wife and wandered around until he got another man's wife, whose Negro servants laughed to see such sport. If so, here...
Just such is the danger which menaces the American college, hidden in the warmth, the flame, the color and the laughter of its Class Day and Commencement celebrations. It is an offering by each individual to his own loyalty, to a totem, a kindred in this case with legions and generations of Harvard men. But such a sacrifice must not come unaccompanied by clear understanding and appreciation. The mass form assumed by the celebration tends constantly to render this appreciation more difficult and it is only the strict avoidance of set formulae and taboos which may keep it from becoming...