Word: smarted
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Polite excitement tingled in the bosoms of a group of smiling ladies and gentlemen in Cleveland one night last week as they gathered in the smart offices of their city manager, William Rowland Hopkins. That day 97,000 Cleveland voters had chosen between city management and a return to the old mayor-and-ward-politics system. Manager Hopkins and friends were receiving election returns. Manager Hopkins was winning. A little moved by his success, he strolled to an open window, gazed long at a bright moon. The tight lines of his face relaxed. Coughing for attention, he spoke in blank...
...Majesty's Privy Councilors, but I guess you all know I'm still Jim!" Last week the clubbable Minister in Charge of Unemployment soon warmed up Canadians to a personal liking for his breezy, Welsh-Cockney wrays. In his first Canadian press interview, smart Jim Thomas sought to spike the charge that Mother Britain is not playing square with Daughter Canada...
...slapstick. The Hollywood Revue is not sophisticated but it is good entertainment. Best song: 'Singing in the Rain.' Prettiest girl: Joan Crawford. Silliest shot: Jack Benny covered with icing from the cake. Best shot: Marie Dressier imitating Marie of Rumania. To publicize the film in Manhattan, a smart manager put up a "human billboard" of flesh-&-blood chorus girls outside the theatre...
Today not a single king or emperor is acclaimed "The Great." How many want to be? Are any trying for the title? Last week as Spain's lively, cavaliering Alfonso XIII sunbasked at smart Biarritz, he tossed a sort of answer to pert Coralie van Paassen, of the New York Evening World. "If it could be done," smiled His Majesty, "I would like to follow the example of the Russian Tsar Peter the Great...
School teachers spending their vacations quietly and safely in libraries and summer camps, or relaxing in foreign cafès from the rigors of disciplinarians, were shocked last week to hear what happened on the vacation of Philip Eaton, chemistry instructor at St. Marks, smart Massachusetts boys' preparatory school. Teacher Eaton had installed himself in a flat in Halfmoon Street, Mayfair, London. There he was found one morning by his housemaid, sprawled in a pool of blood. About his head, face and hands were razor cuts, ghastly after twelve hours of bleeding. On his body were heavy bruises...