Word: sad
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Reinhardt, like all great theatrical impresarios, possesses the most subtle of all talents, that of recognizing genius. It was a question of time until Moissi should become famous; at first, his Italian accent made him unpopular; then, little and ugly and sad, he became a matinee idol; at last German critics, who are to other critics as the snail is to the turtle, awarded him their approval...
...There are rare moments in sport when a game becomes more than a game; when chance permits a climax beyond the ability of art, to arrange a climax remote from the pattern of the game and in itself glorious or sad. Such a moment occurred last week at the end of the football game in which Notre Dame played against the Army...
...passengers. And there of course is the rub, men in college refuse of take much thought for the future. The present is too engrossing, the future, hazier perhaps that it ought to be, is vaguely understood to be full of various unpleasantnesses which will be sad enough when encountered. Most undergraduates have a shrewd suspicion that alumni associations exist for the purpose of collection debts incurred in happier days and they have not yet arrived at the stage where an annual dinner or weekly luncheon holds the essence of the glory that was college...
...generation, returned, out of vaudeville and the cinemansions of the west, to the Civic Repertory Theatre in Eva LeGallienne's sensitive if not inspired production of Chekhov's last play, The Cherry Orchard. The Cherry Orchard is not especially adaptable to translation; its sly and sad description of improvident aristocracy, vaguely cheerful in the face of ruin, is a little forlorn in a strange tongue and a new country, as its people are forlorn in the airy chaos of change. The Civic Repertory did far better with the play than James B. Fagan did last spring and Nazimova...
...There was niver any fun in Ireland, me lad-it was always a wailin' and a weepin' country. Hearts full of the great sadness and stomicks empty of food-fools prayin' to God, and starvin' on their knays. Ireland at its bist was a hard country-we lived wit the pigs and the geese-we petted thim an' thin we ate thim." Grandfather Tully lived through the Great Famine "a-suckin' the wind and drinkin' the rain on the bogs,'' then migrated to Ohio there to continue his ditching, peddling, champion...