Word: locales
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Secret. This is another one you can go by without turning in. It started as a Hungarian play, was known to the local stage as The Moonfiower and comes to the screen crushed and pulpy with too much adapting. The Riviera is the scene; the adventures of a blonde lady among the wicked adventurers with whiskers and dark Italian dispositions are the story...
...their old home town. Last week, Lawrence Tibbett, 28-year-old U. .S. baritone who came to fume one evening in Fahtaff at the Metropolitan Opera House, Manhattan (TIME, Jan. 12), returned to the hamlet of Bakersfield, Calif. His traveling appointments and haberdashery were in perfect taste. In the local opera house, he lifted the voice that had made the gallery-ghouls of the Metropolitan beat their palms red and had thrilled the tympana of the Diamond Horseshoe-Striving to please, Baritone Tibbett continued his concert three-quarters of an hour overtime. "I gave my best," he said. Bakersfield bankers...
Although the Yale eight looks well on the water, the Crimson crew is the favorite around New London. The local enthusiasts all predict a Harvard victory...
...there is of his bachelorhood. He is marrying a U. S. heiress on the morrow. Only he does not know she is an heiress and she does not know he is an earl. Neither does she know about a married woman in London and the daughter of the local innkeeper. Both these importunate females arrive on the scene in time to break the engagement late in the second act. There follows a crazy dream, expressionistic in interpretation, in which the fiancée glides around in an angel's outfit while the fiancé wrestles with his past...
Except for the distant roaring of the steel foundries of Charles M. Schwab, and the irreverent cannonade of a thunderstorm whose salvos rocked high heaven and shook the windows of the church wherein burghers and visitors had gathered to hear the trombone choir and the local soloists deliver Bach's Christmas Oratorio, the little town of Bethlehem, Pa., lay still. Conductor Wolle raised his baton. A clap of thunder split the sky like a peasecod. Lightning assaulted the darkness through every shivering window, and the place seemed, for a moment, to be filled with whirling laughter, like the mirth...