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...warrior, General Oliver C. Bridgeman, the stock of the United States Steel Corp., most pivotal of all U. S. stocks, is traded in. Steel too, had been sinking fast. Having broken down through 200, it was now at 190. If it should sink further, Panic with its most awful leer, might surely take command. Loudly, confidently at Post No. 2, Broker Whitney made known that he offered $205 per share for 25,000 shares of Steel-an order for $5,000,000 worth of stock at 15 points above the market. Soon tickers were flashing the news: "Steel...
...Bronx, New York City's northernmost borough, famed for bourgeois baby carriages, walkups and dingy streets, was fairly immune to litterateurs until Mrs. Vina Delmar began to leer in its direction. The result of her first leer she sold for about $60 to Snappy Stories, brisk woodpulp fiction monthly. Thereafter her Bronx first-novel Bad Girl, was wreathed by the Literary Guild, and, like later Delmar books, was read by millions...
...story by Katherine Brush from which it is supposed to be taken. To make it long enough for a feature, Director Robert Florey photographed and recorded an audience ceaselessly clapping hands. Worst sound: the henlike cackling of women in the lavabo. The Gamblers (Warner). This picture is a ponderous leer at Wall Street corruption. It has that annoying air of knowingness peculiar to bad parlor realism. In extraordinarily ornate offices, ballrooms, conservatories, H. B. Warner, Lois Wilson and Jason Robards argue and glare and pull each other around. The triangle includes a banker and his son who do not want...
...Scene. "We" are the older soldiers (Tjaden, Westhus, Detering, Katczinsky) and the 19-year-old ones (ex-students all: Kropp, Muller, Leer, and "myself"? Paul Baumer). We are at the Western Front. We feel the Front in our blood. Shells whistle, our senses sharpen. We feel the animal in us. we want to hide in the earth. An uncertain red glow spreads along the skyline before us. Great heavies boom like an organ. Smaller shells howl, pipe, hiss. Searchlights sweep the dark sky, halt, quiver on a black insect? the airman. He falls. A bell rings?Gas! I remember...
Publisher Van Leer Black of the Baltimore Sunpapers, jaunting in Africa, reached Capetown last week and turned back for England...