Word: wanderings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Tourists who go to Vienna nowadays may pay a few schillings and wander fairly freely through the gloomy Imperial Palace. They may gaze to their heart's content at the iron cot on which old Franz Josef slept, at the basin in which ample Maria Theresa bathed. But one wing in the Hofburg is barred to them. Tourists are not allowed to prowl through the rooms which belonged to Archduke Rudolf, Franz Josef's son who died mysteriously at his hunting lodge at Mayerling. Rudolf's rooms have not been preserved as a museum for tragic memories...
...story of three vaudevillains who wander into the Glogauer Studios and persuade Herman Glogauer to let them teach his actors elocution, remains essentially unchanged. The vaudevillains fail in their endeavor but one of them is rewarded, for unprecedented impertinence to his employer, by being put in complete charge of all Glogauer productions. He (Jack Oakie) distinguishes himself by making a picture, which turns out to be a hit, from the wrong script; by buying 2,000 airplanes so that he can get one free. If Once in a Lifetime is less funny because less angry than it was upon...
...politics. He gets his subjects from almost any place. Vacant lets, dogs, small boys, football games, office mice and alley cats all form sources of interest for his articles. Sometimes the reporter feels vigorous and dashes off an interview, but the Rover dislikes rainy days and often has to wander around and risk his chances of running into a live column of news. Often the Rover stays near a telephone all day and receives his suggestions by wire. People call him regarding their aunt who came over on the Mayflower, or concerning some boot-black who knows the answer...
...unpleasantly surprised theatregoers with his inept Rendezvous, along came Playwright Rice with the second major disappointment of the play week. The author of Pulitzer Prize-winning Street Scene foisted on his following a scrappy bit of nonsense dealing with a short-story writer who left his respectable home to wander over the world. When he returned it was with considerable literary kudos and a mistress. He settled into his family's comfortable life with amazing ease, took up golf, curried favor with the Press, jacked up his prices, tried to kiss the maid, seduced his brother's fianc...
Writing in the current Harpers magazine, Olaf Axelgaard (a convenient pseudonym) examines the "scholastic tourist trade" and finds it sadly wanting. He tells amusing stories of incompetent loafers who wander around the continent, and return to the welcoming arms of an alma mater hypnotized by the "music of the Sorbonne." There has been a and decadence; fifty years ago, the writer claims, the American group studying in Europe were a driving force in education. Now the "hrummagen scholarship" has caused the "goddess Alma Mater to resemble the bitch goddess of William James." According to this authority, the average student goes...