Word: usual
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Next night, when the same little old man entered the royal box in London's Drury Lane Theater, he was dressed in evening clothes. The audience rose to its feet and thunderously applauded. Up in his box, his watery blue eyes more liquid than usual, the great composer, 83-year-old Richard Strauss, bowed jerkily, first to the orchestra, then to the audience. Then he listened with half-parted lips to his music as played by the well-instructed Sir Thomas...
...stick continue in the manner of Weber and Fields and other footlight pranksters: a little man who speaks softly and brings down the house. Viewed apart from Clark and the situation comedy he provokes, "Sweethearts" is not worth the few tunes that motivate its singers. All too often the usual operetta tomfoolery involving disguised counts and misplaced husbands is a little hard to stomach. Clark, however, patches things up nicely by injecting enough innuendo and thigh-gazing into the proceedings to make even the merry widow drop her mask. Snatching at apron strings and pinching fannies, Bobby Clark makes...
...slipped between two cars, cut back and picked up a streetear for interference, and made it across the street without breaking stride. A string of Crimson flags and the usual knot of athletic characters in front of Leavitt & Peirce shifted his attention from the young thing in front of him to the matter of the afternoon's entertainment...
...week he had been a little confused by reports from behind the board fences of Soldiers Field. The only tangible thing he had noticed was that his won conversation had been almost unconsciously steered away from the usual breakfast-table gridiron speculation. Vag had always been a little vague about rules and such things; football had always been a pleasant compromise between little men on the field and little girls in the stands. Now it seemed that there were other less mellow aspects to the whole business...
...whole thing seemed out of tune to Vag. Last night's rally had been all wrong somehow; none of the usual breezy blitheness of the past weeks, when coaches and captain had primed him with confidence and brought the brave glint of defiance to his eyes. He had tried, all right, coming out, to Holyoke Street with a little bottle and lots of euthusiasm; but there were discouraging gaps in the ranks of morale-boosters on the big steps which no amount of cheerleader gyrations could replace...