Word: raucousness
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...neither first nor second rate; it is in the no-man's-land between. Equally high praise can scarcely be given to the acting. While there are some moments of inspiration, there are many moments of poverty of expression and banality of action. Nor in the prompter's raucous whisper in the midst of a scene of tense emotional strain conducive to the highest enjoyment. However, the sterling work of Clara West Butler as Nurse Wayland, and of Mary McDonald as the old-bodied, young-souled mother of the cripple, inclines one to wink at a multitude of venial sins...
...task when it reasons: "The populace makes mistakes in English; the populace is good; therefore mistakes are good." The American version of the English tongue is fast losing all the pleasant qualities that make the pages of the Spectator and of Dickens mellow and stimulating. It has acquired a raucous tone, journalistic and barbarous. Balanced periods have disappeared even from legislative oratory, the hasty precision of modernity has killed leisurely and reflective style. These faults may be laid at the door of American classrooms, where teachers are inculcating "a feeling of world solidarity," and forgetting that the secret of teaching...
Bitter Boos. When the Hoover special drew into hungry Detroit a raucous, disrespectful din arose from 500 out-of-workers, Bonuseers, Communists and disgruntled citizens massed about the station. For 25 minutes the President stuck to the safety of his private car. When he finally emerged, he got a bitter booing. Before his eyes waggled placards: "We Want Bonus." "Down With Hoover." "Hoover-Boloney & Apple Sauce." During the 20-minute drive to the Olympic Arena he was jeered and derided by sidewalk throngs. Inside the hall he was among 20,000 friends yelling and stamping their welcome. On the platform...
...regret that he could not speak in Connecticut for Candidate Cross, in Illinois for Candidate Horner. Then when Smith shouted in oldtime style, "Now we'll go after them," the cheering, laughing crowd knew what to expect. They got it. Out of four years of bitterness came raucous, fist-smashing denunciations of bigotry and Ku-Kluxery, a long tirade against that almost forgotten woman Mrs. Mabel Walker Willebrandt, plenty of "What happened? . . . Let's take a look. . . . Let us go back. . . ." An Al Smith occasion and an Al Smith speech in less than his most thoughtful vein...
...afraid of pouring out the full volume of their lusty lung power for fear the good looking girl across the aisle will think them crude; no longer will they be forced to interrupt the process of making a date with the one-and-only to join in the raucous shouts of the Big T., and under the new plan the men need not be afraid that some other fellow is beating his time, because the co-eds will be sitting in the balconies alone with out benefit of male Trojans...