Word: misogynists
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Throne of God is a vast mountain of the Tien Shans in Central Asia where Russia gnaws into China. There on the border Ivan Pavlovitch Tokareff was, for this story, the misogynist commander of the Cossack police garrison. And there his boyish niece Fedossia went to visit him. They hunted in the deserts, chased and captured Kara-Kirghiz bandits, rescued a lecherous Russian fop from the underground Chinese desert city Tourfan, partook in a Kirghiz baiga (rodeo), found gold together, watched the Fouidoutoun of Souidoun dynamite himself, his family and his dwelling in despair over the Chinese revolution, and decided...
...Count of Ten. Charles Ray is the bashful bruiser, the simple-minded boy who could lick the champion. James Gleason, here a cocky misogynist, is his manager. When the manager goes away, Actor Ray puts on a pink shirt, yellow gloves, a cane, and spats, marries. Instead of taking on the champion, he takes on expenses and a gambling brother-in-law. At last, for quick money he fights the champion with a broken hand, and is, of course, beaten up. His wife had given him the count...
...admit that as an issue Sex is a wow. Mr. Levy has considered it from every traditional angle. He has inserted after-dinner speeches about it staged fight talks about it, and worked up to one grand denunciation of Man by Woman. The woman wins, the man pays, misogynist or not. The playwright has stirred an audience of wistful females and bold intelligentsia fond of facing facts to the depths of their little minds about it. And he has not succeeded in proving anything conclusively. Nobody should have expected that he would. And yet, you know, it's quite certain...
...misanthropist. And hurling stones at all and sundry he advanced his chest in classic pride at being thought a bater of man. But not all of us have that classic pride. So when hints come down Plympton Street that a certain criminal is also a misanthropist, a misogynist--indeed, a mistake. The Crime, Column shivers like a traffic cop, feels as unscrupulous as the Memorial Hall clock. For last week's salute, though not a salut d' amour was really not the expression of undying hate. One the contrary--so, for the moment, gentlemen, shall we join the ladies...
...Cambridge waiting for your chance to eat and dance and that you tried to find entertainment in a shop window only to discover rows of overshoes or a delightful array of collar buttons. I come to the defense of the desperate dears, come arushing. And then I am a misogynist...