Word: things
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...there is such a thing as a music critic in journalism, Ernest Newman of the London Sunday Times is the man. Two winters ago, readers of the New York Evening Post were treated to his pungent, piercing comments during several months that he spent as guest critic with that newspaper (TIME, Oct. 13, 1924, et seq.). During those same months, Critic Newman was treated to a close-range view of the great U. S. pastime of discovering profound significance in artistry previously considered crude, slapstick or otherwise lowly-Charles Chaplin, Ring Lardner, Harlem, George Gershwin, Paul Whiteman...
Naturally, there have clustered together little groups of serious European thinkers to make the same discovery that Americans have made, that Jazz is a great art form. So, since that sort of thing makes him sick, Critic Ernest Newman last week had at it bitterly in his London Sunday Times, saying...
...thing is already dead from the neck up. That it will remain popular for some time among the musical illiterate is quite possible and if the dancers like it there is no reason why they should not have it. But the day has gone by when musicians can even take a languid interest in the thing, for musical people it is now the last word in brainlessness and boredom...
...earth's crust, uncomfortable in other places, twitched some more. It twitched under Maine for the twelfth time in two years, causing little damage. It twitched in Mexico, terrifying peons in Tehuantepec, who, instead of realizing that a mild earthquake now and then is really a good thing for mankind as it safeguards against catastrophic shocks, moved sullenly toward the hills muttering about the return of Quetzalcoatl, the bird-serpent, and other ancient gods. . . . Also, the earth twitched sharply last week in Greece, in Chile...
EAST OF MANSION HOUSE - Thomas Burke-Doran ($2). A Cockney urchin once gazed through the musty windows of an old Chinaman's store in the India Dock Road and experienced some-thing unforgettable. Whether it was a glory, a wisdom or a peace passing understanding, the urchin has never yet been able to say in so many words. But it was an experience sufficient to supply Thomas Burke with a lifetime's devotion to the Limehouse district of London, where he and Charles Spencer Chaplin were Cockney urchins together. He is still writing out of the heart...