Word: towelled
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...good songs ( Nicodemus" and "You Know That I Know ) and its feeble lines, and told her to see what she could with it. In its profound inanity she discovers as many laughs as are to be heard in one theatre anywhere along Broadway. Gowned in a Turkish towel, she warbles her hopelessly ridiculous songs, wrestles with Purity League President Bliss, flops on her other end with the savoir faire and polite restraint of a duchess, with a twinkling in her two eyes merrier than all the unbridled hilarity in the audience. While Miss Lillie is not tumbling about, there...
...today, a hastily organized squash team composed of managers of University sports, will at tempt to put sand, in the smoothly running wheels of the CRIMSON racquet squad. The scribes, after subduing the fast moving H. A. A. Aggregation on the courts last Tuesday, are confident of taming the towel tossers in today's encounter...
...well. The feminine "shall I, shall I not" is woven into the fabric of a soundly constructed play, one that feels itself easily superior to the crude realisms of ordinary theatre. Thus the hero's papa's whiskers are a haughtily braided Turkish towel, the sage councilors' hats, victrola records. The realistic furniture of the stage is transcended by the art of dramatic construction, so nobody is annoyed because the hero appears in a cutaway with only a sash to suggest his outlandish time and environment. The naivetÉ of this Provincetown presentation adds immensely...
...their hearts. Yet it was not any god, but only Joseph Griffo, the announcer, his voice trumpeted from the loud speaker whose horns overhung the ring. Tunney, who still had a bathrobe on, smiled slightly and bowed his head. Across from him sat a scowling, unshaven man with a towel over his shoulder. And around them rose the crowd...
...autobiography, Anthony Trollope quotes: 'The young writer need tie no wet towel around his head, nor sit for thirty hours at his desk without moving,--as men have sat, or said that they have sat.' And Anthony Trollope wrote many pages, many hours every day, and his books are still read and loved, and he earned $350,000 by his pen. A goodly sum for a writer in a life time...