Word: luridity
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...orphaned niece sets out on a stage career, inspired by her success in dramatic school. Her aunts had opposed such a life, solely because she belonged to one of the oldest New York families. She tackles a young actor-manager whom she has adored from afar, recites a lurid defamatory speech to convince him of her talent. It convinces him she's a blackmailer, and he telephones for the police. In the end she finds herself in the manager's arms...
...huge expanse, with its innumerable villages and comparatively few large towns, remained an unsolved mystery to most of the few people who troubled to visit it. And when the war out most of the communications, and only the picturesque accounts of the war reporters were forth-coming, the generally lurid impression was not modified. One was taught in school that Russia was composed of a very large number of peasants who slept on the stove and consumed a uniquely potent stimulant called vodka, guaranteed to baffle the coldest weather and the Czar, a glorious individual, at whose slightest whim...
Daughters of Today. Another exposé picture, pretending to preach a soapy moral while giving lurid peeps at the flappers and gilded youths of this age in a Hollywood mood. It carries its own criticism, in that the author-producer prefers to remain anonymous...
...Harvard in particular, the CRIMSON feels that it will be performing a new and valuable function. With graduates and clubs it does not wish to supplant but merely to supplement the Bulletin. With schools it does not wish to proselyte but merely to give the schoolboy, accustomed to the lurid and often unintelligent reports in the metropolitan press of the country, a truer picture of the facts and events at a great university, which happens to be Harvard. It hopes that the day may come when every college newspaper of the country may have such a special issue...
...further, an unsuspected power in books themselves. Nowhere does a volume look so diabolically alluring as on the shelves of a bookshop. Books of all colors, sizes, shapes, fairly leap from the tastefully arranged display tables. They shout at one in unmistakable superlatives of blurbs. On one jacket a lurid cubist decoration fairly startles the unwilling hand into the sparsely lined pocket; on another, the charming features of its young authoress entice with promises of a vicarious intimacy; on still another, the names of the great array themselves in an overwhelming aggregate of authority, making it almost a duty...