Word: maides
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...famed boast: "I can lick any son of a in the world." After losing the title to Bob Fitzsimmons, trying unsuccessfully to win it back in two fights against his onetime sparring partner, Jim Jeffries, he earned a living by acting (Gentleman Jack, After Dark: or Neither Maid, Wife, nor Widow), owning a Manhattan restaurant, writing (The Roar of the Crowd...
...them and all he can see is that medical science is perfectly useless in 95 out of every 100 cases." Though he has great contempt for most of his neighbors, Doc Bull has found a kindred spirit in Janet Cardmaker, unconventional spinster who is far from being an old maid. She and Doc Bull are suspect, thought to be in league, but neither of them cares a whoop...
FLOWERING WILDERNESS" is not only the love story of Dinny Cherrell, the "Maid-in-Waiting," and Wilfred Desert, the poet, it is also the old story of individual judgement in conflict with that of society, and clearly illustrates the saying that there are more than three sides to a triangle. There is a fourth side--the inside. The triangular situation about which Mr. Galsworthy has written such a splendid story is one of singular interest. Each of the three people concerned, Dinny--intelligent, lonely and spirited; Wilfred, a poet, proud, sensitive, rebellious of convention; Jack Muskham... to whom good form...
...Flowering Wilderness" is more than the sequel to "Maid-in-Waiting" it is a direct descendant of the great "Forsyte Saga," and the best thing Mr. Gals-worthy has witted since then. Like those books, it provokes such an interest in its characters that one cannot bear to put it aside for a moment. No matter what one's personal reactions are to Wilfred's recantation in the desert, to Dinny's falling in love with him despite everyone's disapproval, to Jack Muskham's meddling in their affairs to picture any other denouement. The answer to the riddle apparently...
Reaching far underneath a bed for a stray sock tossed there by its owner, Mrs. E. Adelbert Jacobson, a maid in one of the Houses, ventured to speak a piece of her mind in an exclusive CRIMSON interview yesterday morning. "Now take this here sock," Mrs. Jacobson commented, "thrown way under here out of my reach, what do those boys think I am a lost and found department. Why, the work I have to do to keep these rooms in order! My lands, you'd think a cyclone had hit it every morning. Pajama tops here, and the bottoms...