Word: wittedly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...according to Dr. Hanfstaengl - Bismarck, Demosthenes, the art of public speaking and Hitler as an orator. While special correspondents of all leading news services hung around Dr. Hanfstaengl day after day on the chance that his presence would start a race riot, he parried their questions with 100% Teuton wit. Asked whether Adolf Hitler or Franklin Delano Roosevelt is the better orator, he chuckled: "Ha, Ha! That is like asking which is better in a storm, umbrellas or overshoes...
...SECRETARY FOR HOME AFFAIRS He will put his police into disorder. U. S. Cowboy Maestro Tex Austin. First amused, then indignant, the Wild West promoter was summoned to West London Police Court on the charge that in his rodeo he had "permitted an animal to be terrified, to wit. a steer." The steer had crashed into an exit gate of the rodeo arena, rebounded and dashed off bellowing with pain, to the alarm of British spectators who would scarcely have noticed dogs permitted to "terrify" a fox. "Things like that don't hurt a tough steer," snorted Tex Austin...
...rootless. "Old American things are old as nothing else anywhere in the world is old, old without majesty, old without mellowness, old without pathos, just shabby and bloodless and worn out. . . . Something infinitely old and disillusioned peers out between the rays of George Ade's wit, and Mrs. Wharton's intellectuality positively freezes the fingers with which one turns her page. . . . Think of the arctic frigidity of Mr. Paul Elmer More's criticism...
...will enjoy the many anecdotes she tells (too lengthy for quotation) of the Master's circuitous crotchets. She met "everybody," seems to have liked them all except George Moore, whose malicious conversation she describes as "a torrent of venom. It was the tone of The Dunclad without its wit." Though France is Edith Wharton's second home (she has lived there since 1907), most of her 42 books have been concerned with the U. S. scene. She does not admit which literary child is her favorite, but says she is "bored and even exasperated'' when told...
...Shreveport, La. last week, a slack-jawed half-wit called Fred Lockhart, 38, confessed that he had lured Mae Griffin, 15, into the nearby woods. There Lockhart, an itinerant maker and seller of artificial butterflies for home decoration, stabbed Mae Griffin in the side when she resisted his advances, raped her while she was dying. As soon as the story got around Shreveport, a mob of 5,000 rushed the Caddo parish courthouse where Lockhart was held. Two young women shrieked that the mob was "yellow" if it did not "go in and get him." It took four hours...