Word: queerly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Lenin is prankish Sir Oswald Mosley, rich playboy politico. Deserted by Oliver Baldwin and by his wife (Lady Cynthia Mosley M. P. excused herself from seeking re-election "on account of poor health"), Sir Oswald put-18-queer candidates, mostly athletes, in the field. His star candidate: "Kid" Lewis, whilom English middleweight champion, a pugilist of no political experience who will contest Whitechapel where he lives, is popular with the rabble...
Chico impersonates a tough Italian, Zeppo makes friends with a pretty girl. Presently the boat docks and the Marx Brothers are faced with the problem of getting off without passports. This they try and fail to do by singing like Maurice Chevalier. Harpo, most furious at having his queer purposes interrupted, leaps on the desk of a passport inspector. Grinning wildly, he tears up thousands of important papers, stamps the pate of the chief passport inspector with a rubber stamp. The Marxes go to a party. They have contracted simultaneous alliances with two rival gangsters aboard ship. At the party...
...sleeve as a possible puppet emperor whom she might place on the throne of any part of China which might secede (see p. 19) and prefer a monarchy to a republic. Last week aggrieved Concubine Shu Fei told what life is like at Mr. Pu's queer court...
...heroine (Rose Hobart) is imperiled by the lechery of a brownskin potentate in silk leggings and by the lions, tigers, leopards, boa constrictors, crocodiles and monkeys of a jungle which seems to be more densely populated than a stadium football game and to contain an even larger collection of queer pelts and extraordinary noises. As is usually the case in films with which wild animals are intimately connected, the story is both quaint and trivial. A married lady penetrates the Malay wilds to find and be reconciled with her husband (Charles Bickford) who is court physician to the potentate...
...occasionally he has succeeded. Lately he has taken to visiting factories, watching with his trou bled stare the unselfconscious machines, the unquestioning workers. Perhaps Women, a fragmentary notebook, is the result of these brooding visitations. Not the arguable art of economics but human beings, their daft ways, their queer needs, are what fascinate Sherwood Ander son. What Anderson thinks is wrong with U. S. men (he has said it before) is im potence. To watch a Barker-Coleman spooler warper in a cotton mill, says he, is enough to make any artist feel it in himself. "Man has already accepted...