Word: mouthing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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After struggles in which she lived from hand to mouth ("from man to man." someone amends) Carole is now the wife of Benjamin-Z.-Fineberg-President-of-Superfine-Pictures-Incorporated, pronounced all as one word. She can cope with everything but the English language. When she says. "I won't brandish words with you." or "I must retire now and commute with myself for a moment," the hoarse voice of Actress George leaves nothing to be desired...
Directed in leisurely style by Norman Taurog against a good 1890 background, Mrs. Wiggs, as adult entertainment, rests on the wide eyes, the mobile mouth, the flustery gesturings of Pauline Lord. The homeliness of her acting is made more interesting by an undertone which partly suggests Lady Macbeth, partly an Episcopal bishop...
...scheme to pay oldsters $200 a month with the understanding that each month's pension be spent in full within 30 days. But nobody took him seriously. Big drive of the "nonpartisan" Stop Sinclair movement took the form of a blizzard of pamphlets proclaiming: "Out Of His Own Mouth Shall He Be Judged." Material was culled from Author Sinclair's iconoclastic shelf of writings over a period of 30 years. These were sorted and directed toward groups in which they would do Sinclair most harm : Catholics, Christian Scientists, Mormons, University of Southern California alumni, Parent-Teachers Associations...
...next day did Munich learn that Bishop Meisser had been deposed by force. That night crowds streamed to the Bishop's palace and broke through the gates. "Heil Meisser! Heil Meisser!" they roared. After an interval the Bishop appeared at an upper window. He had scarcely opened his mouth to speak before someone seized him by the coattails and yanked him back out of sight. A few minutes later his wife appeared in his place...
...been doing it for years. He was not a Communist. I asked, and he said he was not. He was more afraid of me than I of him. His name was not Jones; he could think of no other at the moment. My question startled him, and his mouth fell open, increasing the horror of his face, the dirty beard, the haunted eyes, the filth, and the very long lower teeth. I felt great love for him, even though he was ugly with the vilest ugliness of man, ghastly sexual ugliness: anger, amazement, and the desire to kill or rape...