Word: oaf
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Last week, thin, scant-haired; Dr. Uhrbrock made known the guesses of his 603 scrutators. Most of them had gone far astray. Some 75% of the men and 81% of the women picked the owner of the "moron" face for a stupid oaf. Yet he had scored high in the Thorndike test. The pleasant-faced man was a dullard, had scored low in the test. He was adjudged acute by 70% of the men, 78% of the women...
...hobo types might easily have been friends of onetime-hobo Tully on the road. Wallace Beery,* who can put more lasciviousness into the simultaneous lifting of eyebrow and stroking of whiskers than most cinemactors can in 500 feet of ponderous leering, has been permitted to graduate from the oaf class into the wider world of characterization. Louise Brooks, as usual, is decorative, never decorous. Richard Arlen does honestly the flaming-tempered youth...
...Shower Bath is full of a lot of naked businessmen who have just been trying to exercise. A scrawny little man is standing by the pool snickering at a brawny tub-of-guts who looks like Bully Boy Brewster. A bony oaf on the springboard is telling a dirty joke to a bald-headed codger with a pot belly. Goggle-eyed boosters paddle about in the pool or rub their misshapen haunches with towels. Near the showers is a scales for them to weight themselves...
...form they are not quite so funny. Artist Peter Arno created them with so few strokes of his charcoal and such a rare vein of middle-aged-female innuendo, that their gusto seems stifled when, located in a charity home, with a zither player, a retired fireman, an orphan oaf called Fester, a man with an elephant, and a Park Avenue dowager for companions, they become heroines of a story of which the dizziness does not compensate for the length. The upshot of the story is that Mrs. Flusser inherits $20,000,000 and the old gals pack up their...
...love or anything, until his small cousin put rum in his arrowroot tea. But then- And Ferdinand Dibble-there was a case-had the heart of a "goof" until his girl booed his opponent on the last tee and he finally won a match. And William Bates, the stolid oaf: it took an insufferable poet and a water hazard to nerve him to propose. And Wallace Chesney with the purple-checked plus-fours; Gladstone Bott, wormcast carom king; storklike Bradbury Fisher; and that horde moving up the rough at dusk, the Wrecking Crew. . . . Golf has not yet begun this season...