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unearths some literary gems.
Miscellaneous snippets from Vanity Fair, 1913-15:
***Aristotle in the motley mantle of Merry Andrew***Its refrain...is now being whistled all over the English whistling world.***No one on the stage ought ever to try to repeat a witty saying and vault over a sofa at the same time.***scattering galleys and mss. to the careless winds, and to the still more careless proof readers***"Which Is the Right Switch to Ipswich?" [title of a real song from a show, about making long-distance telephone connections]***the local Superintendent-or-something of Schools***those i's which have no i-brows***Gilbert Douglas has one of those American near-silly-ass parts which he always plays so excellently.[I guess there's an "appellation" issue here, as with French wines: technically, only an Englishman character can be an actual "silly ass."]***this narrow lozenge of earth [Manhattan]***Elsie Janis...can impersonate in a single evening anything from Cleopatra to a billiard-ball. [That's Wodehouse writing.]***[from a racetrack gambler's "hunch" dream about hats (in "Hats and the Hunch," by Thomas T. Hoyne)]Opera hats, opening and shutting themselves ceaselessly, snapped and fluttered in the unsteady wind.***
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