Word: tedium
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Irvin S. Cobb paid for his memorable appendectomy many times over with the book he wrote about it: Speaking of Operations. Ring Lardner discovered last spring that the tedium of a sickbed could be profitably relieved by writing a radio colyum for the New Yorker, datelined "No Visitors, N. Y." Last week U. S. readers of the London Evening Standard perceived how an anonymous staffwriter aided by square-faced David Low, peerless New Zealand-born caricaturist, had made amusing copy out of Britain's influenza epidemic. The writer was personified as "the celebrated journalist Mr. Terry," a character assumed...
...shimmy dances, in the 1892 World's Fair in Chicago, the aberations of Captain Andy Hawks, and the hawklike watchfulness of his termagant wife, the antics of two mountaineers at the performance of "The Parson's Bride" aboard the show boat, are all staggered to relieve the tedium of plot...
...troughs of idleness or unprofitable fishing caused by storms or glutted markets, they rise suddenly to crests of thrilling sea treasure-hunts with cod lines, lobster pots, salmon nets. The transition from crest to crest is marked by dull periods when the men's blood runs slow with the tedium of making a living. Then a glimpse of what the Fosdycks are out after, or a chance lobster hooked on a cod line starts the blood boiling up. It boils up first in devil-may-care Marney Lunn, who lives in complete domestic happiness with his wife...
...technique is not excellent either. Tricks of the camera compensate for bad photography, and the many unusual shots, as that of the laborer removing his shirt, revealing a sinewy silver-sweated back, are beyond praise. But tedium reigns when too many impressionistic scenes of rushing water and driving storm appear. The sound effects are well executed: one can almost taste the cinders and smell the reek of the locomotive...
...good name of "Comrades" Dewey, or Frankfurter with the temperate sword of common sense is to reach for a sledge hammer when one is bitten by a flea. Better by far to accept the "little volume" as a simple gift of the gods sent to relieve the tedium of depression and that irritating Eastern imbroglio. This is after all "that best of all possible worlds" in which everything is designed to a certain end. Let T. N. T. be the cathartic necessary to purge the American system, for, as Professor Babbitt would have it, Mr. Hadley has "poured his baby...