Word: queering
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...grey, brown, purple mountains, drops gently into a valley, slides toward the Pacific. The air becomes mysteriously, sensually warm. Orange groves, green and gold, line the way. Umbrellas are stuffed under berths. Overcoats are donated to porters. Crutches are flung from car windows. Passengers stand and sing praise, a queer glint in their eyes. It is the air of Southern California...
...good though it was, did not warm his esthetic zones. Several days later he was painting again on the same canvas, but on the other side. Pleased, he hummed to himself-now he was getting that sober contentment which his art demanded. Sonn of the neighbors called him Queer Manievich; wiser friends spoke of him as Shrewd Manievich. Last week some of his two-sided paintings were exhibited at the Durand-Ruel galleries in Manhattan. Buyers, undecided which side of a canvas they liked best, could embellish their homes with painting No. 1 on weekdays, with painting...
...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...
...chief guests were Edward Lasker, chess wizard,* and a swarthy gentleman whom he had found in Manhattan, a gentleman with a queer eye and rapt manner, Ascander Khaldah Bey of Egypt. Mr. Khaldah performed some feats for Mr. Rosenwald and his guests that made them not only curious but distinctly uneasy...
...Finally I heard that he was doing very queer things. They seemed to me a sign that his brain was getting weak.... I wrote him a letter, to bring him to his senses. After that I never saw him again, but there was no quarrel. He often sent me presents...