Word: mountebanking
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...swear that if that man is not a mountebank, as Mencken contends (and I am afraid Mencken is wrong) he, at least, most assuredly, is an unpardonable crank, a sort of belated Don Quixote of new puritanism, who ultimately will discredit the highly responsible office he holds, in a highly modernized society...
...tears that torment him. In the waiting room he meets Luigi Ravelli, the roisterer and squire of dames, who has come to be treated, not for tears, but uncontrollable and ghastly laughter. Sorrowfully Tito tells his story to Gambella and is advised to go and see "Flik", the mountebank of the Paradiso, and laugh again. "But I am Flik!" Attracted by the strange opposites of their disease, Flik and Ravelli are becoming friendly, when Simonetta, the orphan waif brought up by Flik, enters the office. A vacation, strolling through the nearby countryside, is decided upon then and there...
...Sideshow of Life. If cinema-wrights had not so low an opinion of the vocabularies of moviegoers, they might have called this picture The Mountebank after W. J. Locke's story which it dramatized. Ernest Torrence, as the Mountebank, plays all the chords of Locke's sentimentalism as clown and brigadier general in worthy re-creation of the intinerant romance...
Scaramouche. All that remains for, Scaramouche is that it be turned into an opera. First a pleasant popular novel; then a singularly fine cinema (TIME,Oct. 8); finally a moderately entertaining example of the cloak and sword in drama. An illegitimate child, a revolutionist, a wandering mountebank, finally "the most powerful man in Paris" during the Revolution; thus the fortunes of Scaramouche unfold. Unfortunately the quiet talents of that excellent actor Sidney Blackmer fit wretchedly the heroic velvet and sash of the hero. When fiery flame is needed he only smoulders pleasantly. Otherwise the cast and the production are considerably...
...their marvelous acrobatics, or the Aristpphanic clownings of those amusing tumblers, Fortunello and Cirillino? Or Bird Millman, the circus star who does incredible things? How many intellectuals who lament the passing of the pungent Yankee wit have thought of Will Rogers of the Follies as anything but a mountebank? Or Savoy and Brennan as aught but purveyors of laughter to the Babbittry...