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...occupied with the children, dressing, feeding and cuddling them. Daily it was necessary to weigh, measure, test, photograph, observe and teach them. Gua could not learn to speak human words, although she has the necessary apparatus and tried to use it. Nearest she came to a word was to pout her lips in effort to say "Papa...
...Spada's proud pout deepened when General Fournier and his men began combing the wild, pine-covered mountains, posted a fat reward to breed traitors among Spada's kin, gave rifles to 200 reporters and let them join in the hunt. A few lesser bandits were caught, but not Spada. Reporters, Fournier, armored cars and bloodhounds went home. A few of the gendarmes stayed, plodding patiently over the mountains, baying now & then on Spada's faint trail. But Spada was nowhere...
...Ambassador Edge, smart advertising man who became U. S. Senator from New Jersey and married Maine's prettiest girl, fanned up and down more excitedly than ever. He had no more than delivered the Hoover proposal at the Quai d'Orsay than all France began to pout because of the notion that the U. S. President had neglected to conduct any preliminary discussions with her. Time and again, Ambassador Edge's motor hummed through the Place de l'Alma, across the Seine at Pont Alexander III and back to the Foreign Office, where he assured Premier...
...shoes, but his wife outplays him. She proved in Coquette that in spite of 20 years in silent stories she could talk a difficult emotional role better than most contemporary stage actresses. Now she is Katherine from head to heels?a stormy, pretty vixen with just a shadow of pout left to remind you that she was once called "America's Sweetheart." Lucky children will be taken by wise parents to see this Taming of the Shrew during Christmas holidays. Best shot: the marriage scene of Katherine in her fine gown and Petruchio who comes late to church, in Fool...
...petulant stenographer's pout and a pair of plump small legs do not carry Nancy Carroll through as the bit of sweetening in "Manhattan Cocktail," the current cinema at the Metropolitan. This movie is shaken up from one of those left-on-the-doorstep scenarios that bring in everything but the fall of Babylon to prove that New York City is a great big mouse trap for boys and girls away from home. It has some cleve post-Ufa photography and a lot of heavy breathing around the hapless Miss Carroll to drum up interest...