Word: showed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Barry Was a Lady (music & lyrics by Cole Porter; produced by B. G. De Sylva). First show in four years to charge $7.70 on opening night (with seats being scalped at $50 and $75 a pair), Du Barry Was a Lady swept into Manhattan last week with a tremendous advance build-up and the virtually golden guarantees of Cole Porter, Bert Lahr, Ethel Merman...
...Fridays Joe takes his wife to the movies with some friends "from up the road." They gather in Joe's house before the show "so that the men can split a tin of canned beer together." Once a year Joe meets "the alumni of his school fraternity," and on rare occasions he takes Gertrude "uptown" to the theatre. "They spring a dinner at one of the smart Manhattan joints, jostle in the crowds, and rubberneck the lights of the Great White...
...London, hairy old British Portraitist Augustus John, incorrigible bohemian, foe of the Royal Academy, glared at an exhibition of landscapes by his daughter, Vivien, then bought another artist's painting in the same show. Asked his opinion of his daughter's work, he snorted: "Rubbish...
...dozens of expositions every year: whirring, clanking, buzzing, gurgling machines, bottles of queer-looking powders, crystals and liquids-the Exposition of Chemical Industries. ... In Manhattan's far-from-sombre Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, under soft lights, on soft rugs, with lyrical commentary, comely models in dazzling clothes: a special show of synthetic fabrics for the Congress of Industry. . . . The scenes were dissimilar but the purposes were the same: to extol the marvels of modern chemistry...
Most outstanding among the handful of U. S. doctors who show some compassion for the English language is Editor Morris Fishbein of the Journal of the American Medical Association. Editor Fishbein has a wit which he likes to sharpen at the expense of quacks and of others who displease him. Only attempt at humor in the whole spate of U. S. medical journals is the collection of stale, smutty jokes which have trailed with dismal repetition through the Journal's "Tonics and Sedatives" column for the past 20 years...