Word: sawdusted
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Accordingly, the makers of the second cinemattempt have decided to try the old black magic once more. This time it doesn't really work, but the play itself is principally to blame. It was never much good-barroom O'Neill at best, liberally sprinkled with intellectual sawdust ("I don't want to think; I want to drink"). The wages of sin are paid in dreary installments, but the writer is careful to make the sentimental deductions that most producers consider necessary for social security. The heroine follows the primrose path all the way, and finds that...
...started out, only 100,000 reached Dawson. Only 4.000 became wealthy. But while the rush was on, life in the Far North was fabulous. Miners thought nothing of $10.000 barroom sprees. One man collected the sawdust from a saloon floor and panned $278 from it in two hours. Dance-hall girls charged the miners $1 for one minute of dancing. and two miners actually had valets in their log huts. Fine dog teams, says Author Berton, were the Cadillacs of the time. "Nigger Jim" had one that was worth $2,500, and his sled had a built-in bar from...
...stands on a pedestal in a street presumably in Paris, just outside a chophouse. He is without arms and legs, and a collar fastened to the lip of the jar fits under his jaw so that he cannot move his head. The restaurant owner's wife changes the sawdust in the jar now and then, feeds him, and festoons the grisly exhibit with Chinese lanterns. Watching the passing show, Mahood cries endless tears into his beard and tries to answer the questions which are the opening words of the book: "Where now? Who now? When...
...door to an escape from blobdom is left slightly ajar. For while oblivion is the goal, simple consciousness, and life itself, is against it. Mahood's last cry from his jar of sawdust is: "You must...
...chemistry, and young George fell in love with both her and her sciences. He spent long evenings at her house, wrapped in his schoolboy crush, and listened to her attempts to convert him to an unusual religious sect whose name he does not remember. He never hit the sawdust trail, but when Miss McDonald's religious appeals failed, she started persuading him to go to college. His father expected him to take over the farm, but Bess McDonald headed him for the University of Nebraska's College of Agriculture at Lincoln. A small inheritance helped, and father Beadle...