Word: pipsqueak
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...picture is derived from the monster novel by Theodore Dreiser. In his two tomes, Dreiser impeached not so much a pipsqueak libertine as the social order which produced him. Dissatisfied because the cinema failed to impeach similarly, Dreiser tried and failed to secure an injunction against its showing. But there are other and more important qualities which Dreiser got into his book and which Adapter Samuel Hoffenstein, light-versifier and onetime theatrical pressagent, and Director Josef von Sternberg failed to get into the picture...
...whatever may have become of it among the enlightened Soviets. The play soon closed, but Manhattanites had to look no further afield than their own judiciary and police department (TIME, Aug. 25, Dec. 29) to discover a parallel to Gogol's situation: A foppish pipsqueak from St. Petersburg, stranded penniless at a village inn, was mistaken for a tsarist inspector whose coming has been announced and for whom the rascally village officials-mayor, judge, postmaster, et al.-were ready with servile bribes. Facile young Romney Brent made an almost too convincing pipsqueak; pretty Dorothy Gish's part...
...reason." So they, and his well-developed thirst, lust and cowardice, drive him into the ministry. The first page finds him drunk in a saloon near his alma mater, Terwillinger College. Needing a fight, he lurches into a soap-box crowd that a pimpled Y. M. C. A. pipsqueak is converting, and flattens the hecklers. The Baptists gasp. "HellCat" Gantry, the black-maned campus bully with his boasted amours and loud contempt, get religion? The pipsqueak fawns and prays. A bully bigger than Gantry, "Old Jud" Roberts, praying (and weeping) fullback from Chicago, holds a chest-pound-ing, fistshaking, handshaking...
...common practice for a pipsqueak versifier to identify himself with a better poet by stealing his lines. But for a minor poetess to accuse a minor poet of stealing her queer numbers is something again. Last week Nathalia Crane, Brooklyn child "prodigy," author of a book called Lava Lane which amazed critics by its pomposity, its facility, its jaw-dislocating decasyllabics, and by the fact that it had been written by a person not yet adolescent, wrote a letter to the editor of the New York World in which she intimated certain things about Joseph Auslander, author of Sunrise Trumpets...
...Waterloo, la.; from Grand Rapids, Indianapolis, Milwaukee, Fort Wayne, Joliet and Peoria, 111.; from Charleston, Little Rock, Memphis, St. Louis, Kansas City, and Tulsa, Okla., branded their shinbones and burned their heels, clutched each other, pumping, weaving, while the fiddles whimpered and the drums pitapated. "CHARLEston," said the pipsqueak piccolos, "CharleSTON," sang the clariboes, "CHARLESTON." the drunken night-horns caroled, hoarse and sweet. The long-haired bimboes, the pool-parlor cowboys, street-sheiks, bullyboys, soda-jerkers, danced with their minnies from the sticks, sundae-sallies with naughty eyes. Mayor Stoney gave the prize to Freddie Danidel and Anna Duvall...