Word: ardor
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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While he lived. Boss Long never ceased crying that the income tax investigation was a monstrous New Deal conspiracy to "get'' him. Last week there was no evidence that his removal had in any way cooled the Government's ardor. To supplant the local U. .S. District Attorney as prosecutor, it had taken onetime (1930-33) National Prohibition Director Amos Walter Wright Woodcock away from his duties as president of St. John's College, sworn him in as a Special Assistant Attorney General. From Augusta. Ga. went lean, firm-principled Federal District Judge William Hale Barrett...
...prefer to be, however much under the shadow of the classroom, is unlucky if, at the end of his labors, he cannot say, A poor unfavored thing, sir, but mine own." Heaven may forgive his indecision and the falterings of his taste provided he has kept the ardor of his heart...
Anything but damped in ardor, 12,000 Ethiopian soldiers began a war dance in the mud, roared, "Death to the Italians!" and finally became so threatening that some had to be driven with bayonets off the steps of the Throne. Ethiopian officers leaped about with such prized weapons as rifles, a favorite routine being to drop to the ground, pretend to fire, then leap up with a whoop. Finally, excited Dedjazmatch (General) Bayenna led a shrieking cavalry charge past the Throne and wheeled about to cry, "Emperor, fear not the politics of the outer world! The Gods are with...
...even the staunchest opponent of communism would say that John Reed failed to fulfil these simple requirements. Like his classmate. Senator Cutting, whose career was out short a fortnight ago by an airplane accident, Reed died with the ardor of youth still burning in him. To many a contemporary, grown cautious and disillusioned, his memory will recall great days, rich in hope and expectancy. --Boston Herald. Wednesday...
...masters of yore in order to extol "now a van Gogh, now a Picasso, now a Klee, now a Braque, now a Wadsworth, or now the art of the primitive Negroes or the Seljuka." That kind of criticism is indeed indefensible; one hopes, however, that Mr. Wickham, in his ardor to defend classicism against the enemy, is not leaning over backwards, for all the modernist idols--except the obvious frauds--possess a perfection of their own, which the best modernist critics, at any rate, are gravely anxious to explain and to applaud. So one must really be cautious...