Word: shirts
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Take My Tip (by Nat N. Dorfman; Mack Hilliard, producer) is, of course, about the 1929 stockmarket crash. A not overbright Connecticut householder has bet his shirt on something called Triplex Oil and, sure enough, Triplex Oil takes a devastating tumble. Playwright Dorfman is not so sanguine as to have Triplex Oil ride the Connecticut punter and the play back to prosperity and happiness. That end of the comedy is taken care of by a machine, well "planted" in Act I, for engraving monograms on soap...
Scythe and all, John Death comes to Dodder with a parchment signed in flame ordering him to unclay Joe Bridle and his truelove Susie Dawes. Death drops the parchment by Joe Bridle's pond; Joe hides it under his shirt. At a loss for once, Death rents a house in Dodder to await the discovery of his parchment, or new orders from above...
...week. The play ran four months. Later, planning a fishing trip together, they expected it to be postponed a week or two by The Jest, which ran nine months. When they met for the first time in weeks to start work on Arsene Lupin, John, wearing an unbuttoned shirt with no cravat, arrived late and found Lionel waiting. Said he: ''How are you, my good man?" Said Lionel: "I like your necktie." Presently they will perform together in Grand Hotel, John as the Baron, Lionel as Kringelein...
...seriously and was ready to run off with him, when suddenly her husband's world fell about his ears. In a medical journal he read that others also had his Idea, had far outstripped him in carrying it through. Loyal Elisabeth kissed Romance goodbye, told herself her domestic hair shirt was not so uncomfortable after all. When Actress Leore called in a specialist to look at her lip the expert praised Dr. Persenthein's job, became interested in him, then enthusiastic, said he must find Persenthein a post in the centre of things. So life went on, but things looked...
When asked what he thought about the armistice between China and Japan, he replied, "Saturday." When the interviewer attempted to explain that he was talking about world events and not the time of his shirts' reappearance the celestial said, "Thursday, then." The conversation seemed to have reached an impasse, but Wing followed up with a brisk right to the chin, "They got big guns, hey? Twelve inches! Some big guns! We only got little guns, so." The washer of the linen demonstrated the size of the Chinese guns with his hands, leaving the iron to rest on a shirt...