Word: triumphed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Frederick Bomelyn?have been improving their summer evenings by prowling along the shores of the Passaic River with a dip needle, the instrument used to locate subsurface metals. Last week, under a bridge, the needle dipped strenuously. The prospectors seized shovels, dug, ejaculated, waved their shovels in muddy triumph. Their buried treasure was not a cache of pirate bullion, or a mastodon's skull, but an 18-foot iron hull designed to run under water; a submarine of primitive design...
...usual, Mrs. Baldwin hovered in her husband's background. She seems the "perfect wife" of Mid-Victorian days, submerging her personality in that of "my dearest husband," and busying herself in odd moments with causes unquestionably worthy. Her triumph was last week, that no smart anecdote or pert story was "hung" upon her name by the American press...
...Minister of Australia, first came before the electorate as a young man in spats he was reviled, hooted and mercilessly cartooned. Only his six feet of strapping manhood, a resolute independence, and the light of command in his steady eyes have enabled him to carry off this idiosyncrasy in triumph through the years. Last week he prepared to carry off a new whim which seemed to some Australians more foolhardy even than spats...
Rolled Stockings (James Hall,* Louise Brooks,- Richard Arlen-). If the jubilant alumni only realized that Jim Treadway's stroking old Colfax to victory was in part the silent triumph of his brother Ralph, who dashed the cup and the bad lady from brawny Jim's lips, and told him he ought to keep training the night before the big race, perhaps they would have felt the same simple gratification as the audience when the unsung hero got the girl and ended the picture. Paid to Love (George O'Brien, Virginia Valli). The picture involves a mythical kingdom...
...GOOD WOMAN?Louis Brom-field?Stokes ($2.50). This book were better left unpublished. Coming on the heels of three splendid predecessors, the last of which (Early Autumn, 1926) won a Pulitzer Prize and brought the author back from his European haunts in a triumph of press-agentry, it is a sorry letdown. Florid, artificial, repetitious, it is incredibly dull and sloppy work to come from an author of Mr. Bromfield's well-earned reputation...