Word: loved
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...smoke or drink and who expel a fraternity brother as soon as they find a girl in his room. One Eddie Quillan uses trite situations for purposes of comedy. Between arid stretches, two sequences are fairly funny-the college play, when he has to let his worst enemy make love to him, and the football game which he wins by tackling a teammate who is running the wrong way. Sally O'Neil is in the cast. She does fairly well, but the old college material is so stale it is hardly amusing even when parodied. A faintly witty caricature...
...step and waltz and the tap dance. Leading exponent of the latter is Billy Newsome, vaudevillian, onetime teacher for Ned Wayburn, Broadway showgirl trainer. The tap dance is in vogue. "Society," says Tapper Newsome, "is taking it up. I've tutored the Vanderbilts and the Astors and they love...
Modern, they read of "the late Discoveries and Improvements of Arts and Sciences. . . . Once there was War without Powder, Shot, Cannon or Mortars . . . the mob made bonfires without Squib . . . the Lover was forced to send his Mistress a Deal Board for a Love Letter...
...squalls and a lowering sky some 400 miles off the Virginia Capes one night last week. When the man on the morning watch (4 a.m. to 8 a.m.) took his post he had a dirty murk to peer into. It was not the kind of night that makes men love the sea, but soon the lookout heard something that made him glad he was on a ship. Coming closer, droning deep amid the seethe and hiss of the waves, he heard an airplane's motor. Then he saw an airplane, flying low to the waves. It was headed east-toward...
...town condemned her for infidelity both marital, of which they presumed her guilty in fact, and religious, for they knew her father hated God. After the mother-in-law dies, Marcia wins over the doctor and the town for the happy ending, by sheer force of youth, love, indifference. A satisfying story for those who like their moons made of sad sugar...