Word: maes
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...with millions at hand, he married Mrs. Laura Mae Martin of Chicago...
...mind companionate marriage is the debasement of a sacred institution. Frankly it is a lot of trash, and I am convinced that most of the people who profess to believe in it and who uphold it are hypocritical and shallow," stated Mae Murray, gorgeous blond Paramount movie star, in an interview last night with a CRIMSON reporter, after having just answered her curtain calls at the Metropolitan. "In order that this may not sound contradictory," she continued, "when one considers my several marriages, I can only say that I have always held matrimony sacred, and consider it indispensable to ultimate...
Gorgeous, golden, exotic Mae Murray is the cynosure of all eyes at the Metropolitan this week. It would be otiose not to sing her praises, because some of her charm and personality manages to transcend the tawdry banality of the Revue in which she appears, the ornate ensembles in which she is dressed, and the characterless puppets who support her. On the screen she had as distinct an individuality as Theda Bara ever had, but on the Metropolitan stage she was unable to glitter as in "Fascination" or "Peacock Alley". The romance of the Merry Widow waltz left the "Publix...
Although possible less piquant than Mae Murray's views on Companionate Marriage, Bruce Barton's opinions of native geniuses are equally fruitful as material for dinner conversation. With one fell swoop he couples Miss Loos with Mr. Galsworthy; if the second is a genius and Mr. Barton infers that he is, then so is the first...
...Newark, N. J., Mae C. Collins, 307 pounds, waddled into a butcher shop. On the walls hung red, juicy, uncooked animals. Under the glass counter reposed cool, damp, bulging joints of beef. On the counter, in the icebox, lay bloody fowl; flaccid livers; grisly, delicious knuckles; dainty, pink and white lamb chops. The gullet of Mae C. Collins gaped a little. Her small, pleasant, piggy eyes, twinkling behind rolls of fat as round and red as hamburgers, finally fixed on a ponderous porterhouse steak. Seizing it, she waddled out of the butcher shop...