Word: shaming
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Lyles came right out and warned Miss Mills that Mr. Van Vechten's interest in Negroes would do her no good; warned her to steer clear of him and turn a deaf ear to his flattery. Mr. Van Vechten, said Mr. Lyles, had only brought shame upon Negroes by taking an "esthetic" interest in their art. Mr. Van Vechten's real purpose, said Mr. Lyles, was to encourage and exaggerate Negro vulgarity and thus, subtly, pander to the "white supremacy" notion of Nordics. Let Florence Mills beware of Carl Van Vechten lest she, pride of "Race People," lose...
...became reactionaries; even Socialists were swayed to monarchism; the onetime Emperor became almost a martyr and his little son, "King" Otto, became a national idol. Count Albert Apponyi was one of the last Hungarian statesmen to see his rightful King alive. Said he once: "I shall never forget the shame of visiting His Majesty at the abbey at Tihany [where he was temporarily imprisoned by Hungarian troops prior to his delivery to the British]. If I had never been a monarchist before, I should have become one during my painful, short conversation with the King. I assured him that...
...haphazardly as the audience to their seats. Then the Judge rapped for order. Ann Harding, as Mary Dugan, accused of murdering her paramour, was ushered into court. The trial was on. The dull courtroom walls fairly trembled as attorney for the defense and district attorney tore out confessions of shame, innocence, guilt. Gradually the weight of evidence shifts in favor of the defense and when the final curtain falls, the audience, appealed to through the three acts as a Jury, not only knows what verdict to render but also understands what made Mary Dugan take to a life of shame...
...streets of Paris, gay with spring. Then he turned back to his chess board and said to the man he was playing with, "I beg your pardon ... is it my move?" The Book. To fit a name which is now not well remembered, even as a legend of ridiculous shame, Author Hibben has patched together, out of old letters, old sermons, the remembrances of friends, a figure which is that neither of scarecrow nor monster but of a man, whose absurdities are entirely comprehensible, whose pretensions are more pathetic than laughable. Equipped with the abilities of a reporter as well...
After a complete failure last spring to place even a single entry in the great Hollywood sweepstakes, Harvard has made a belated effort to hide her shame by completing a moving picture enterprise of her own. There may not be a single one of the ten thousand men of Harvard who knows how to use mascara or wear polo shirts open at the throat but, impossible as it may seem, there are demands for other kinds of actors. The films taken by the Harvard Athletic Association staff photographer, of which three copies are to be made in order to insure...