Word: swinnerton
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Frank Swinnerton...
...Frank Swinnerton has arrived in America almost on the heels of the publication of his Young Felix?, a novel rapidly gaining in public favor, and critical acclaim. Swinnerton, himself, is one of the most amiable men in the world. He is short?with small hands which he uses much to emphasize conversational points. He has a red beard, wears glasses, smiles almost constantly. His witticisms?mainly anecdotal and dramatic?follow one another in rapid succession. He is amazed and delighted by America and feels himself mothered by her hospitality...
...Swinnerton has tried his best to spend some money since his arrival. He finally succeeded, the other evening, in getting rid of what he calls "one hundred and fifty cents." He found it quite easy to get around in Manhattan until he asked for a "paper knife." No one seemed to be able to supply him with what he needed. Finally he was informed that what he wanted was a "paper cutter." He was immediately relieved and carried this ivory implement about with him all day. He has been in town only a week and he has met "everyone," from...
Fortunately there lives a man to keep the fires of controversy burning. Mr. Frank Swinnerton, well known British author and--be it remembered--friend of Sir James, has come over here with his tongue in his cheek and mischief in his eye, bearing a confirmation of faith for all wavering Ashfordites. Mr. Swinnerton has been well coached. His account of the origin of the "Young Visiters" coincides in all important respects with that of its distinguished, though whimsical, sponsor. According to his own statement, Mr. Swinnerton received the manuscript from a friend of Daisy Ashford's while...
...spite of all this, however, Mr. Swinnerton's solemn declarations have not been received with all that seriousness usually accorded his remarks. "The report still persists that Barrie wrote the book," he complains. "The other day A. G. Gardiner poked me in the ribs and said that of course Barrie didn't write it and then he laughed." Did he, indeed? Oh, naughty Mr. Gardiner...