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...that, gentle readers, is no little change for the Vagabond who is more suited to an evening musing in his Tower than gadding about Father Knickerbocker's island. But here it is; and, bless his soul, here he is: "Look out der, buddy; this ain't bean town" . . . "Her der, hey der, Tigers fav'red; pape, mister, pape!" Hold thy prophecy, youngster, the game is . . . "Ah, nertz; read al' 'bout...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 11/9/1935 | See Source »

...Personal liberties? . . . Lord bless you, you can't even sing in the bathtub in an apartment house without running the risk of a jail sentence. There is not much in our lives but what is bound...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Fireworks & Fourth | 10/21/1935 | See Source »

Benito Mussolini, whose vexation with Pope Pius XI for not coming out for the War is great, again tested His Holiness last week by sending to the Holy See a new Italian Ambassador who asked Il Papa to bless not only Il Re, but also Il Duce. The Supreme Pontiff is never quoted, but his words to Ambassador Count Pignatti-Morano Di Custoza were in substance: "We bless His Majesty and his entire Court, granting that benediction in accordance with Your Excellency's desire...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ITALY: Patience, With Progress | 10/21/1935 | See Source »

...from being strictly evangelical, the Methodist hymnal contains a hymn by a Roman Catholic nun named Sister Mary Xavier and a hymn beginning Bless the four corners of this house by Arthur Guiterman, skittish versifier for magazines. It also contains some authentic poetry. Thus, Sidney Lanier: Into the woods my Blaster went, clean forspent, forspent; Into the woods my Master went, forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to him, The little grey leaves were kind to him, The thorn-tree had a mind to him, When into the woods he came...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: Hymns for 8,000,000 | 10/14/1935 | See Source »

...Bless his soul, the Vagabond could not help taking that little fairy tale from Heine. It is the Age of Romanticism. And the Vagabond feels his kindred spirits. It is a poetic Germany welcoming back all that is spontaneous and imaginative in literature. It is a time when the Vagabond could indulge all his spiritual instincts; even the wildest and most wayward. And the Vagabond is happy; happy with the good earth which a few years before this age was all the devil...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 10/1/1935 | See Source »

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