Word: age
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...took up humor as a profession four years ago," he said, "at the outbreak of the modern generation." And here, Mr. Stewart lapsed into a seriousness which interested his hearers even more than his humor. In the age of the "lowly arts," of crude, bare writings, of jazz, he detects a sort of Renaissance of literature and of art and a new emancipation from the ties of European precedent. Freed at last from conventional forms, America, he predicts, will advance in culture far beyond Europe, which is now a land whose development is stifled by hate...
...age of 11." Mr. Stewart writes of himself, "he was sent to Phillips Exeter Academy because it was a good preparatory school for Harvard. In the fall of 1912 Mr. Stewart entered Yale...
...been on several expeditions, including the "River of Doubt" trip with his father, in South America. The only other white man in the party (there will be but three, because white men require toe much luggage) will be George K. Cherrie, trained explorer and naturalist, some 60 years of age, who likewise accompanied the elder Roosevelt on his South American trip...
Just as kerosene supplanted whale-oil for lighting purposes, only to be replaced in turn by gas lighting, so today the latter is gradually yielding to the superior form of electric lighting. With the "SuperPower Age" about to be born, it is entirely possible that, in coming years, electric light, although now only about 1/16 as expensive as 40 years ago, may continue to grow still cheaper...
...Manhattan, Herbert J. ("Kid") Yates, 47 years, 165 Ibs., President of The Consolidated Film Co., No, 729 Seventh Ave., posted a bet of $50,000 that he could lick any business man of his age or over. H. A. Hallenbeck, Manhattan publisher, accepted the challenge, deposited his check for the amount. "Kid" Yates let his challenge stand. All over the U. S., other business men, staunch fisticuffers of 47 or more, irritated, began to look to their biceps, their check books...