Word: bohemia
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Venture"; in Saville there is Pelham Marlay, and in the likeable Peter Serle a touch of Lord George Tarlyon. Venetia Vardon is the typical lovely creature of Michael Arlen, impossible yet plausible, stunning and elusive. At least the author has realized the truth of O. Henry's maxim that Bohemia is merely a land we do not live in, and has created appropriate characters, which are a relief after picayune sensationists such as James Joyce, Sherwood Anderson, and others, who think themselves realists for showing us the disagreeable things about disagreeable people in disjointed sentences. And no one would object...
John Huss (he spelled it Hus) of Bohemia was tied to a stake in 1415. Hysterical peasants and zealous priests pointed to a pile of fagots at his feet, again asked him to recant his life's teachings. He replied with his eyes on the clouds: "God is my witness that I have never taught or preached that which false witnesses have testified against me. He knows that the great object of all my preaching and writing was to convert men from sin. In the truth of that gospel. . . I now joyfully die." The flames licked out his life...
...Vatican. Last week the Papal heart grew warm. A message hustled from Rome to the Czechoslovakian Episcopate, accepting Czechoslovakian reasons for participation in the Huss celebration, hoping that a reconciliation could soon be reached. Many Czechs are Roman Catholics, but they are also Bohemians-and John Huss is Bohemia's best beloved hero and martyr...
...absently bestowed, by saving him from an emotional cropper over a "toff" (lady). Back he goes to "frail,, wistful but sublimely impudent" Emma Creamer, of Poplar (equivalent: Hoboken). . . . Louis Golding, whose eloquent tonsure was lately a feature of Oxford University, has written with sunny charm before this (Seacoast of Bohemia, Sicilian Noon, etc.), and once out of his Jewish bones (Day of Atonement...
Only a few blocks west of Chicago's distinguished Gold Coast are little Bohemia and the fringe of thugdom. In these lands last week roughnecks and roisterers grumbled, sneered, swore. One bootlegger cried: "By , now they won't let us sleep!" This gentleman had just read in the Chicago Tribune that a 43-bell carillon was going to be installed in St. Chrysostom's Church before Easter...