Word: whiz
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...this fellow he not only hated prunes he wanted to ABOLISH them to crush the very germ out and gee whiz we had a swell machine on the stage with colored lights and the pits came out the end like bullets out of a machine-gun against a copper gong. . . . Bill Glackens* always was the villain, and he comes on with a long mustache covered with furs looking rich as hell. Lucy Moore spurns him 'cause he wants the machine as a prune pitter to make pies but wait a minute you haven't heard anything there...
...minutes before the play's end a pert usher in a pert brown cap and close-fitting brown bodice utters her first and almost her last line: "Gee whiz, Mae was like delirious. She kept laughing and saying it was a big joke. Her baby's got no father." The pert usher is played by Jean Bellows, daughter of the late great Artist George Bellows...
...Baritone David L. Hutton, husband of Evangelist Aimee Semple McPherson Hutton, whom he is suing for divorce. He smirked to the audience: "I'm very glad to be back in the City of the Angels. You know, I married an angel." When he opened his mouth to sing, Whiz! went an egg hurled by a girl in the front row. Plop! a second egg spattered against the backdrop, dribbled down to the floor. Plop! Plop! Plop! Baritone Hutton lumbered off stage. As stage hands mopped up the eggs, police arrested one Jane Thomas. Next day she paid $5 fine...
...Whiz!" Small wonder that rugged old Senator Hearst was surprised when his gangling son came home and, out of all the riches he might have chosen, asked for the Examiner, a pitiable rag taken in for a bad debt. But greater was the Senator's surprise when "Willie," calling about him some of his blithe college friends, proceeded to run up the old rag's circulation-at wanton initial expense- by an amazing application of the Pulitzer method. (He had brought home bound copies of the World.) "The Monarch of the Dailies," he called his sheet...
Every sizeable U. S. university has a collection of barnacle-like "tutoring schools" which gain fat fees by cramming predigested knowledge into dullards and lazybones. The tutor is usually a shrewd, undersized person who was at one time the "whiz" or "shark" of his college class. There is usually a legend that he has been offered enormous sums to take a college professorship. He works in a grimy, smoke-laden office, his shirt-sleeves rolled up, is busiest when examination time approaches. His stock-in-trade is a file of old examination papers, a collection of mimeographed texts, outlines, shortcuts...