Word: plotting
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Purdy argued that if church property were taxed its value would at once shrink because assessment is based upon market value. The market value of St. Patrick's Cathedral would be nothing because no one could afford it. Furthermore, said Mr. Purdy, the value of such a plot as Trinity's old churchyard is based on the fact that it is an open space in the shadows of downtown Manhattan. If it were sold for building its worth would decline, dragging down with it the worth of nearby buildings which overlook it. Hence its value is "fiction...
...administration recognizes this situation and is asking the farmers in their contracts to give the exiles a plot of land which they can cultivate for their own sustenance and that they be permitted to cut wood for fuel...
...economic and political future of the South, the plague of yellow fever as a fearful background, the duel, the darkies and pickaninnies, the decayed family, and finally, the deserted mansion. But Davis is not true to the romance of "swords and roses"; he fumbles a little psychopathology into the plot, and his play quavers ridiculously for two acts between Eugene O'Neill and a minstrel show. At the last the dying hero is borne out on a litter, while an offstage chorus chants "Oh, Lord, Ah'm comin'" or some like...
...deaf lady in the next box, we gathered that the theme of the play was nothing less than the attempt of a god on shore-leave to rob a young dance-hall hostess of her maidenhead. Two other tars, gross fellows all, lay bets upon his enterprise. This plot is a simple one, and it is thematically unvaried throughout. If you are looking for an evening of good 100 per cent American smut, this is it. There's no nastiness in it; the only cloud in the welkin of direct and open-faced lechery is the obnoxious Senor Gomez, whom...
...humor of it, like the plot, is sunny and to-the-point. The quality which makes "Sailor, Beware" a charming evening is its complete simplicity; it doesn't seem possible than anyone could write such guiltless stuff with wheat selling at $1.06 and O'Neill's "Days Without End" on the boards. The hostesses in The Idle Hour Cafe talk with point and guste; they know that life is life. The heroine knows it too, but she has the old hourgeois respectability on her mind, and keeps pretty stiff-backed. Young "Dynamite," the aggressor, tries all manner of persuasions, from...