Word: sweete
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Some of the writers who earned no college degree wish they had. Mr. Howells, most sweet-natured and modest of men, wrote me, not long before his death: 'I would fain have been schooled, for I think it would have saved me time, and I have always thought the average of my ignorance would have been less.' Mr. Howells, working in a printing office, mastered Latin, Greek, French, and Spanish before he was twenty-one. He would hardly have been allowed to take as many languages as that in college...
...really in love. It may be only "throwing bean bags at the Gods" but it will be a righteous gesture against divine tyranny. In their common enthusiasm for the game, they find that the spark of their former love is rekindled. The sour grapes are within reach-and sweet. The trouble with the play is that so much of this is expressed in dialog, so little in incident. Still, the dialog is crisp, frequently eloquent; the play intelligent. Alice Brady gives a splendid interpretation of the cynical, disillusioned wife. To John Halliday is due even greater credit for his performance...
...been drinking. One minute to play -vindication-substitution-"Red" Wade has the pigskin under his arm. The Galloping Ghost is off-long strides, mighty stiff-arm, eely hips, a broken field-a touchdown, a kicked goal, and victory. "Red", of course, is vindicated before the college, his father, his sweet-lipped Sally Rogers...
...itself, Mr. Cabell's small book is but a melodious recapitulation of a poet's life of malaise. The tale is of Madoc, a singer in the Kingdom of Netan, whose music pleased all but himself, he having heard the sweet, elusive skirling...
...most adequately compensated for the loss of a heartily passionate youth whom fate had originally cast for her, but whom Beatrice Ellison, a magnificent young U. S. grandmother, usurped. Mr. Locke, however, preserves a vein of worldliness beneath his whimsy. He brings his four characters together again, suddenly, one sweet night in the Bois de Boulogne, with a result more than ever demonstrative of his power to finish a story off soundly. Mr. Locke is 63 now. With his novels listing more than 30, his plays half a dozen, he is perennial proof that in writing...