Word: pattering
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...briefly with his guitar and all but stops the show. The music otherwise is tuneful, if not epochal. The song "A Girl in Your Arms is Worth Two in Your Dreams" is good musically, although its philosophy is open to serious question. Mr. Buzzell offers a pleasing rapid-fire patter song called "Rue de la Paix", the words of which we planned to remember to tell our roommates, but which, unfortunately, we have already forgotten...
...KNOW WHAT I MEAN-Elsie Janis-Putnam's ($1.50). Elsie Janis was born in 1889; so she is not old enough yet to be writing memoirs. These are just a few essays thrown together in book form-her stage patter put in print. It does not stand the test very well. She is engagingly frank in her manner but not very refreshing. Her "platitudes and plongitudes" are done with the usual zest, but they do not get anywhere. They do not read much better than the stuff of a newspaper reporter trying to be "racy." But those who love...
...went wrong with a suave youth from the city. At the time of this fall from virtue there had been no fall of rain for many weeks. The climax came when the old couple learned of their daughter's dereliction. At about the same moment there came the patter of raindrops on the roof. The dusty years through which rain for the crops had come to be their cardinal concern had their effect. They cheered for the rain and forgot the family honor...
...glib female novelist, with all the patter on "dear old Dr. Freud" and "the sub" (meaning subconscious mind), gets Gita in hand, lures her into feminine flimsies. In time Gita can bear to take walks, even shake hands, with a male novelist, Eustace Bylant. Eustace is admirably veneered, intellectual, a good talker, no carnalite. Seeing that if she lives with him she can escape other male companionship, Gita proposes?not exactly marriage, of course: a ceremony for talk's sake, but after that just a joint roof and dining table...
Tonight is the Junior Promenade. The class of 1926 and its chosen partners will swing to the rhythmic measures that once more liven Memorial. Once more will the dusty crannies and long-shadowed nooks reecho to light laughter and the patter of satin slippers on a polished floor. To each son of Harvard, the Prom--the prom of his own class--comes but once in a lifetime. But Mem has seen many--Mem has witnessed many a class at its revelry. Perhaps this is the basis of a warmer hold on old graduates than the memory of the numerous meals...