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Word: musee (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Sing, 0 Muse, of the theatre, sing of Belasco, Belasco of many devices, who offered a silver trophy cup for the best performance given by any competing Little Theatre Group of the Metropolitan District! Sing a song of sixpence?a chanty of three $100 prizes awarded for those three groups of players deemed best by the gaffers sitting in judgment! Sing the lists?the trampled stage of the Nora Bayes Theatre?Ashby de la Zouch redivivus! Sing the embattled hosts...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theatre: Little Theatre Groups | 5/19/1923 | See Source »

...Muse, thy song of bright heroes is ended. A stein of ambrosia, Muse...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theatre: Little Theatre Groups | 5/19/1923 | See Source »

...stairs, admittedly the stout English gentleman again, a great Flemish tapestry room would transform him into a portly burgher. Yet the sight of an Elizabethan fireplace would make him the happiest of all. Sinking naturally into the nearest eighteenth century chair, despite signs to the contrary, he would muse away an hour culled from England's past...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SPECTATOR NO. 636 | 4/5/1923 | See Source »

...violin turned out to be a good investment. In the second act its successor is bringing big dividends from audiences flocking to hear the young Yiddish genius. Unhappily, the war has meanwhile started and the violinist feels the call to arms louder than the whispering of his muse, or the terrified protectiveness of his mother. At the end of the act he shakes off her imploring arms and starts off for the war against oppression...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Theatre: First Nights | 3/10/1923 | See Source »

...self-confessed naughtiness; and the reader runs likewise--mainly in aimless, frantic circles! Until finally both author and reader are hopelessly weary of themselves, the book, and each other. There is not even the jauntiness that at least justified Fitzgerald's earlier works; he has fed his muse on modern highballs--and now she has the headache. We can see in the "Tales" nothing but a hodge--bodge of spillways to a very trite hell...

Author: By Burke BOYCE G., | Title: THE CRIMSON BOOKSHELF | 10/21/1922 | See Source »

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