Question by : literature of the 1920??????????
In the ‘de luxe’ house every man is a king and every woman a queen. Most of these cinema palaces seel all their seats t the same price,– and get it; the rich man stands in line with the poor…. In this suave atmosphere, the differences… that determine our lives outside are forgotten. All men enter these portals equal, and thus the movies are perhaps a symbol of democracy.”
. 1925 “Goodness knows, you learn plenty about love from the movies…. You meet the flapper, the good girl, ‘n’ all the feminine types and their little tricks of the trade.
Upon going to my first dance I asked the hairdresser to fix my hair like Greta Garbo’s. In speaking on graduation day I did my best to finish with the swaying-like curtsy which Pola Negri taught me from the screen.”
I can never put on paper the thrill of the underground ride to Harlem. I went up the steps and out into the bright September sunlight. Harlem! I stood there, dropped my bags, took a deep breath and felt happy again.”
Assure them [Garvey’s followers] of the cordiality with which I invite them back to the home land, particularly those qualified to help solve our big problems and to develop our vast resources. Teachers, artisans, mechanics, writers, musicians, professional men and women— all who are able to lend a hand in the constructive work which our country so deeply feels, and greatly needs. “Here we have abundant room and great opportunities and here destiny is working to elevate and enthrone a race which has suffered slavery, poverty, persecution and martyrdom, but whose expanding soul and growing genius is now the hope of many millions of mankind.” Message of the Emperor of Ethiopia to the Universal Negro Improvement Association.
To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While the night comes on gently,
Dark like me
That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done,
Rest at pale evening…
A tall, slim tree…
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
“My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends
It gives me a lovely light!.”
“My soul was with the gods and my body in the village. People just would not act like gods…. Raking back yards an carrying out chamber-ports, were not the tasks of Thor. I wanted to be away from drabness and to stretch my limbs in some mighty struggle.”.”
“‘“In the spring of ‘27,… a young Minnesotan who seemed to have nothing to do with his generation did a heroic thing, and for a moment people… thought of their oldest dreams.” Novelist F. Scott Fitzgerald, on Charles Lindbergh and his flight.?”
“had a little tin horn, the kind people celebrate with. I would blow this long tin horn without a top on it. Just I hold my fingers close together. Blow it as a call for old rags, bones, bottles, or anything that people had to sell…. The kids loved the sound of my tin horn!” Louis Armstrong, on how he came to be one of the world’s best trumpeters
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Answer by aperson
I’m not sure what the question is. But here are some books from the 20s.
Winnie the Pooh
Ulysses
Great Gatsby
Siddhartha
The Sun Also Rises
The Bridge of San Luis Ray
To The Lighthouse
The Wasteland
The Trial
All Quiet on the Western Front
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