Word: soulfully
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...slides, the trio trip into the magic mirror room, become stumpy, stilted, wide & narrow by turns. The climax is a mirror that clips them off, leaving only disembodied dancing legs. Reginald Gardiner, whose stage repertory includes imitations of ugly wallpaper, effeminate French railway trains, weltering bell buoys, contributes one soul-bursting scene as an aria-minded butler tossing inhibition to the wood winds and singing a tenor solo from the opera Martha...
...Judge, nation's oldest humor monthly, 1937 has not been funny. Harry Hart, when he founded it in 1881, confessed: "I have started this magazine for fun. Money is no object; let sordid souls seek that." No sordid soul but a top-notch syndicator, General Manager Monte Bourjaily resigned from United Feature Syndicate last September, bought Judge to have fun & make money. He found Judge's financial ill health too much ingrained. When Life disappeared as a comic weekly and reappeared as a picture magazine. Judge lost a competitor besides acquiring old Life's circulation and features...
...with perfect control of the mechanisms that he operates. To the citizen who does not want his picture in print, the news photographer is Public Pain in the Neck No. 1; to others he is the symbol of opportunity. His body belongs to the city editor, he has no soul, and his life is lived between the pulmotor and Paradise. But without him all news would be colorless and the newspaper just a broad expanse of funereal type...
...rich today, poor tomorrow; we are popular today and the world cries for our heads tomorrow. Sooner or later to every man, like all great religious experiences. comes some provocative occasion that requires his soul. The outward standards of success are so glamorous that a man can be horribly humiliated unless he lives up to them. But every man in his home and within can be a real...
...Pinkle did not eat much lunch that day, and no sooner left his house than he commenced picking more leaves off more bushes. He grew tired of chewing on them or swallowing parts, so he merely picked the leaves and threw them on the ground. The act was somehow soul-satisfying, an opiate to his empty dull life...