Word: sourly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...bills for printed circulars, Will was sent to Boston to cash an eighty dollar check. Independently, he determined instead to try the newspapers, got a front page ad for $60. "He . . . went home to face an irate family that had been counting on the check . . . and a good many sour words were spoken about his extravagance...
...visits the U. S., recoils in horror at the sight of unemployed apple-sellers, denounces the heartless degradation and the public shame, thanks God that the British proletarian can hold up his head and proudly take his "benefits," instead of cringing and smirking like a beggar at some sour-faced old lady who may buy an apple or two tangerines...
...leave it alone, who regards adultery as a fine art, not a plaything for children. So he asks him to practice his wiles on the Baroness and if successful, to wire him "cherries are ripe." If feminine demureness prove the winner, the telegram is to read "cherries are sour." Sandor sets about his caddish work, and with La Roquian aplomb, reduces seduction to an absurdity. It is significant that the climax of the plot is reached only as the final curtain falls, presumably either to keep the audience in their seats, or to protect the actors at the end with...
...weakness of present day dramatic criticism is in the weakness of the dramatists themselves. Another landing place for Mr. Nathan's frequently applied critical foot is humanism. For him, the cries of Irving Babbitt and Paul Elmore More are the result of a too copiously imbibing of the sour grape. "And, as Lewis Mumford has so aptly put it, their strength, as with a Chinese Army, consists largely in their war cries and their dreadful faces...
...killed in Chicago all day. In the Mayor's office at City Hall gathered a noisy, sweaty crowd of jobholders, petty politicians and hangers-on?the Thompson Gang. Waiters brought them heaping trays of food & drink. Free cigars were chewed and waved. Backs were violently slapped, greetings bellowed. The sour grey air vibrated with the full blare of a brass band. In the centre of the boisterous human pack stood beefy, bloodshot Mayor William Hale ("Big Bill") Thompson, He was in his shirtsleeves. His flushed face was damp. His eyes bulged with excitement. His voice was hoarse from gleeful roaring...