Word: tinselled
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...buzzer-the one that goes off like a small bomb under Steve Early's desk. Down the colonnade that is called the President's Walk, past the swimming pool and up the elevator, there awaited him a highball, a Christmas tree shiny with colored balls and tinsel, two soap-smelling, be-diapered grandsons-warmth and relief from the crushing responsibility, the solemn loneliness that is a U. S. President's when he has to make a momentous decision...
...Dateline: Europe he adds a split to the already dual personality of Rosten and Ross, in a glib, neatly joined short novel about a foreign correspondent. Laid in Belgovenia, it covers the adventures of Peter Strake and girls in an abortive Putsch, drips conversational tinsel like a Christmas tree, is neither standard Ross nor Rosten. As one character says: "It's like a cross between Graustark and the Arabian Nights, written by E. Phillips Oppenheim." Authors McCutcheon, Scheherazade, Oppenheim might object, but to most readers Dateline: Europe will seem like a versatile slip which can do Author Rosten...
...quiet, broken-nosed, gold-toothed Patrick Joseph ("Patsy"; Cain. At the height of its run, Cain's was five floors deep in trellises and pillars, spangles and swords, chariot wheels from Ben Hur, a papier-mache elephant from Face the Music, highfalutin gear from Shakespeare revivals, tinsel & gilt from Follies, Scandals, Gaieties. On one single night in 1905 John Cain moved eight shows (94 loads, 654 pieces). His son was always on hand for closings, and the sight of him in the audience required quarts of brandy to steady the actors' nerves...
...does not want young men as stars, he went on to say. For he pointed out, "The star is a little bit of tinsel on top of the Christmas tree...
...MINSTREL BOY-L. A. G. Strong- Knopf ($3.75). The middle half of the 18th Century, in Europe, was a kind of waiting time. Artistically an awkward bridge between classicism and the fierce romantics, politically a feudal afternoon of dying magnificence, it was a Golden Age gone tinsel without anyone quite realizing the change. Good and bad, wealth and poverty, freedom and tyranny seemed to have struck a permanent balance. It was a time of elaborate facades and filthy backstreets, of nearsighted perceptions and long-range emotions. If a gentleman, posting hastily through the slums, had a tear...