Word: weeded
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Actually it controls the growth of the bones of body?those of the arms and legs. When it is pathologically oversize, it makes giants of the diseased persons; when undersize it dwarfs them. Irritated temporarily by springtime disease, it, in good theory, makes the sick child grow like a weed...
Underworld. In the smelly, slinky alleyways of the Chicago tenderloin, the all-round criminal championship is held by "Bull" Weed (George Bancroft), hulking thug, notable for his wide-open laugh & easy-going gun. Only Buck Mulligan (Fred Kohler), who operates a florist's shop in the daytime, challenges Bull's underworld regency. So Bull "bumps him off," precipitating a police investigation and machine-gun play. These scenes roll off the film with a lusty realism that makes it all the more regrettable that the producers should have seen fit to resort to the invariable Hollywood alchemy of turning...
...sexual morality, easygoing, indo lent, not particularly patriotic and almost joyfully unencumbered by anything remotely approaching an Occidental's concept of financial integrity. An official or a rich man has immemorially been expected to accept bribes, embezzle, cheat. The peasantry have usually chosen for their principal crop that hardy weed, the opium plant, a species of vegetation which requires absolutely no cultivation and fairly luxuriates upon the ideal soil of Persia. Not surprising, then, was the discovery of the Millspaugh Mission that in 1922 there were very few tomans in the Treasury, scarcely an official not addicted to taking bribes...
...less clever, more loud, bawdy, vulgar and-to people who like that sort of thing-vastly more entertaining than a Times Square revue could ever be, for the revue is not native while the night club is- even in a theatre. It has the perfection of a weed that grows unashamedly where Nature intended. It has the dignity of a hoyden who scorns the hypocrisy of petticoats. Undoubtedly, it lacks refinement and many another virtue. "Honestly, Tex," says a stage policeman along in the second act, "don't you think virtue pays?" To which the Soul of Candor replies...
...Weed, Chairman, Miss Dorothy Tebbetts; N. H. Barker, Mrs. N. H. Barker; G. W. Bowen, Mrs. G. W. Bowen; F. F. Collier, Jr., Miss Gertrude Bancroft; R. M. Henschen, Miss Margaret Roe; D. A. Holmes, Miss Frances Brown; A. D. MacNutt, Miss Dorothy Warfield; William Sever, Miss Theodoras Smith...