Word: aridities
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Died. Congressman Harry I. Thayer of the 8th Massachusetts District, 56, noted leather industrialist arid a former President of the New England Shoe and Leather Association; at Wakefield, Mass...
Fridays for Catholics and Anglicans are days of abstinence through the year, for pious folk would keep in perpetual grief for the crucifixion of Jesus on Good Friday. Arid yet in certain years one Friday becomes a day of joy of feasting-the Friday on which Christmas falls, as this year. The Nativity blots out the shadow of death; birth is more important than death...
...work together and to understand themselves and each other and their diverse individual, mutual, and common problems as they arise in the intricate, incessant interplay of life; to understand and utilize, too, the environment in which that life must be lived. There will be diminishing place for any arid or ornamental "scholarship" (that is, mere erudition for its own sake out of books), for any complacent self-exclusion in a life of purely intellectual contemplation. Before anything worthwhile is written, something must be done, something must be lived! Men and women will be too busy, too much occupied with exploration...
Surely the sadness of this heart panting after the waterbrooks of learning in the arid spaces of university life demands pity. To think that such sorrow can be held within one professorial form! Yet perhaps the doctor will soon have found his peace. The heart beneath the surface of some peon bodice may beat for the professor's learning. Some ruffian of the plains may seek wisdom at his fount. How fortunate he is to be removed from the mundane midst of American mediocrity. Now he can enjoy perfect English among virile types in a violent land. Then, when another...
...late summer dusk stooped to enfold the arid campus of New York university, Manhattan, one evening last week, a band struck up. The slow movement of the brasses and drums and the grandiose melancholy of the horns contributed a poetic languor to the cool beginning of the evening. But no languor possessed the many listeners. They whispered to each other, took excited notes, whistled snatches of tune. They were playing a game...