Word: shoutedly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...well dressed! . . .' That phrase was meant to convey an insinuation. I should have liked to rebel and to crack the skull of this upstart who was accusing me of laziness while my limbs were giving beneath the weight of the stones-I wanted to shout out in his face: 'You coward, you coward!' And then? The man who pays you is always in the right. Saturday evening came. I said to the padrone I intended to leave and therefore wished to be paid. He went into his office. I remained in the lobby. Presently he came...
Grim poilus in steel helmets replaced the police guard of the Palais Bourbon one day last week. Within, the Deputies tensed expectantly. Without, an ugly-minded crowd surged and shouted. Suddenly the motor car of Premier Poincaré approached at a speed which gave the mob of malcontents no option between scattering and suffering body bruises. They scattered, reassembled to hoot when he had passed safely into the Chamber. From M. Raymond Poincaré, the Wartime president of France (1913-20), the post-War Premier (1922-24) who sought to collect German reparations by occupying the Ruhr, only one policy...
Normal revue humor on large stages usually depends on the comedian's ability to shout: "That was no lady, that was his wife." In a miniature, satirical show like Americana the attack is subtler. A satire on Rotary Club speeches, a burlesque jazz opera, a tabloid newspaper number, and a burlesque Hamlet done in the manner of The Student Prince are the major features. There are only a handful of chorus girls; each in her time plays many parts. The scenery is by the briskly amusing John Held Jr. Charles Butterworth, Notre Dame 1923 and utterly unknown to Broadway...
...sons of the prophet are hardy and bold And quite unaccustomed to fear; But of all-the most reckless of life and of limb Was Abdul, the Bulbul Emir! . . . When they wanted a man to encourage the van Or to shout 'Attaboy!' in the rear, Or to storm a redoubt, They always sent out, For Abdul, the Bulbul Emir...
...They might reason so broadly about government that fine old political issues would become meaningless and forgotten, and states would perhaps fall into the hands of dreadfully efficient automatons like the ones Mr. Shaw and Mr. Wells put in their books, with no axes to grind, no slogans to shout and no fine frenzies to indulge...