Word: witness
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Brilliant young men not believing a word they said, yet saying it with wit and charm...
...produce gentlemen," and the conclusive proposition that the country wasn't suffering under a curse anyway. Naturally the audience voted overwhelmingly for the negative. And Lady Astor concluded the proceedings by saying : " Here were brilliant young men not believing a word they said, and yet saying it with wit and charm. It made one feel a dread about the future of a democracy." But the debate held in the interests of charity, not faith or hope...
...Scandals of 1923. Another rich, variegated, almost overpoweringly sumptuous review-full of jewels, revolvers and pulchritudinous squablets. Costumes, costumes, costumes-choruses, choruses, choruses. Much beauty and little wit-the Tiller girls-Tom Patricola-Johnny Dooley-Delyle Alda-the animated curtain from the Folies Bergeres with chorines suspended in it quite literally, by the skin of their teeth-a Jewel Shop number calculated by its extravagant gorgeousness to drive impecunious husbands quite insane- a number on Prohibition-a resurrection of Tut-Ankh-Amen with everything there but the fly that bit Lord Carnarvon...
...jottings are second-rate. They are excellent things of their sort, and make very enjoyable occasional reading. Our quarrel is not with them but with their sort. We can find them, or things very much like them, in any issue of the Evening Post, and chuckle at their wit and ponder over their philosophy. But in a volume we somehow look for a more sustained effort, more unity, and greater depth. It is not that we like the paragraphs less, but that they shine poorly in contrast with what their author has done in other fields...
...Scott-Seltzer ($2.00). Greenwich Village−studio-parties− pseudo-intellectuals whose amatory affairs are as tangled as a pile of jackstraws−burbles about Art−neuroses and inhibitions−take-offs on prominent Village characters, et cetera, et cetera. All well enough done−with tact, occasional wit and a sense of construction. The trouble with it is that the author succeeds in making that kind of thing seem so completely unimportant that one gets wondering why the book should have been written at all. Still, as a sincere if at times some-what tedious portrayal...