Word: sullenness
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With its own music the sullen temper of the crowd melted. Commander Waters was released to present to Speaker Garner a petition against adjournment. But first he went before the Capitol to announce: "I've got permission for you to use these centre steps. But you've got to keep a lane open for the white-collar birds inside so they won't rub into us lousy rats. We're Agoing to stay here until I see Hoover...
...growing in this Democratic garden was James Aloysius Farley, Convention manager for Franklin Delano Roosevelt of New York. Yet even he looked wilted and broken when he clumped into his Congress Hotel suite last Friday morning after an all-night session at the Stadium. In those dragging hours a sullen minority had blocked, if not beaten, his candidate's nomination. Manager Farley dropped into a chair and groaned...
...only person who can speak fluent Kitsai, an American Indian language which anthropologists consider the key to a considerable part of Amerind history. is a woman named Kai Kai who lives near Anadarko, Okla. Kai Kai, 83, pretends that she is dull and sullen. That is to protect her from importunate people. Really she is shrewd, intelligent, full of energy. Last week she knew that Anthropology was making a fuss about her solitary survival, that Dr. Alexander Lesser, financed by the Committee on Research in Native American Languages, was transcribing & translating Kitsai history as she had dictated...
...came to be a freak who resembles a chicken. A midget (Harry Earle, who looks like a cartoon of Herbert Hoover) has a misguided passion for Baclanova. When she learns that he is rich, she tries to poison him. Swift & certain is the revenge of the Freaks, their faces sullen masks as they move silently through the underbrush, but you are not told how they make of Baclanova the legless, drivelling idiot that you see in the end. The featured players. Leila Hyams and Wallace Ford, have unimportant roles...
...windows were flung wide to groet the morning, no one went whistling to work, the breakfast bacon seemed to lie quiet in its own grease. As the day wore on a strange murmur like far off breakers on a distant beach began in the St. Antoine to break the sullen quietude. Travelling slowly along the crooked streets it gathered volume always nearer, always louder. At last with a great roar it burst out around the high walls of the Bastille and the Revolution had begun. The Paris mob broke up running, shouting, shrieking, calling, hurling, swearing, beating, advancing, swarming...