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...awful injustice of their judgment. For the English company offers to have a background that is authentic in the matter of students as well as of quadrangles. The actors will be real students, and yet they are not obliged to wear the pictorial slicker or the loud sweater that speaks. The millennium is nearing when England's well known love of fair play has reached her film companies. One learns with regret that Oxford students do not anticipate with pleasure a romance whose consummation would come on the steps of the chancel. Little do they know how one great love...
...figure of "The Winged Victory" striding forward against the wind, her loose draped garment blown against strong limbs and matronly bosom. Way off in the margin of the carton stood a roly-poly figure of a girl, marked "Ruth Elder." Her knickers hung in characterless lines. Her kollege kut sweater with checks accentuated the dumpiness. From that ignominious, crowded-out position, she contemplated the noble figure on the pedestal above her. The picture was entitled by Cartoonist Kirby, "The Sisters...
Married. Sean O'Casey, famed Irish playwright (Juno and the Paycock) ; to Eileen Carey, actress (Irish Players Co.) ; in London. Eccentric Mr. O'Casey wore a sweater during the ceremony, as he usually does to theatre first nights...
...beach at Venice the Mayor, brilliantly attired in white flannels and kaleidescopic sweater, strolled among pajama-clad bathers and loiterers. He would don no beach-pajamas, saying that they reminded him of a familiar dream, that of appearing unclad at some social function. Mrs. Walker wore a yellow, fragile garment, a morning dress. At dinner Mayor Walker's trunk had not arrived; ill-dressed for the first time in his political career, he sauntered into the restaurant at his hotel, clad not in evening clothes but in a lounge suit. Cosmopolites, attracted by the Mayor's complete nonchalance...
...Stillman's lips went thin with fury. She picked up a plate and flung it at a tall crank-grinder in a fantastic sweater. It landed amid the punch glasses with dreadful effect. Another plate tinkled through a window. The cameras stopped clicking but Mrs. Stillman hurled more plates, glasses, round epithets. She managed to score at least two direct hits before the intruders hurdled the table and escaped...