Word: wilds
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Davises and Arthur Byrons, first families of the U. S. stage. Under oldtime Director Melville Burke, a permanent troupe of performers like Owen Davis Jr., Mary Rogers and Ben Lackland will help guest players like James Rennie, Blanche Yurka, Jean Dixon and Edith Barrett put on plays like The Wild Duck, Reno and Tovarich...
...years has there been a male heir to the Dutch Crown. Should Prince Consort Bernhard ("Benno") prove to have sired a manchild, Netherlanders will be wild with joy. Meanwhile the impecunious German princely family of Prince Consort Benno, the ancient House of Lippe-Detmold, are having some of their debts discreetly taken care of. It was learned that hawk-nosed Netherlands Premier Dr. Hendrikus Colijn recently made a quiet visit to Lippe-Detmold in Germany, made creditors happy to the tune of some...
...These wild-eyed tribesmen scattered in mud huts through three countries-Turkey, Iran, Iraq-have had battle lust for 3,000 years, have never knuckled under to non-Kurdish governments. From Istanbul last week came news of probably the biggest riot of Turkey's Kurds since the War. Operating from Dersim about 200 miles south of the Black Sea, 300 miles west of the Turkish-Iran border, Kurdish tribesmen with an army of 5,000 demanded that Dictator Mustafa Kamâl Atatürk should establish no military garrisons in Kurdish territory, that Kurds should be allowed...
Jokes like these, peculiar to the Marx Brothers, are somehow as funny on the screen as they are unfunny in print. A Day at the Races, which took a year to make, is happily distinguished from previous Marx pictures in that it contains more of them. A wild, complex, totally implausible fable about a run-down sanatorium, its impudent porter (Chico), an imported horse-doctorphysician (Groucho) and the steeplechase in which a speechless jockey (Harpo) gets the money to pay off the sanatorium's debts through his brilliant ride on a horse who hates the gambler who is trying...
...soon . . . Yes, there goes that tinny one now, beaten with a shoe--cynical applause. Shucks, this fellow practicing on his violin in the dark shadows of the tower room gets as much response from the boys with a pound or so of wood and gut as a wild, untuned bell gets with a ton of metal on Sunday mornings...