Word: bothers
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...tactful as ever. He concedes that "we Protestants are not at war with Rome. We do not believe, for instance, that Catholics are 'idolaters,' or that the Mass is 'for sale.' And Catholics do not regard us necessarily as religious anarchists who do not bother about the Ten Commandments . . . Catholics and Protestants both believe," he says, "in the religious structure of the Universe. We believe in Providence. [We both] believe that something must really change in man, and that it should become possible to tell Christians from non-Christians even on weekdays...
...fell into conversation the other day with a sun-burnt character who was dressed all in grey. I won't bother to go into all the details, but I easily recognized him as what Holiday Magazine and other publications have called "the Harvard man." Since I also attend Harvard, and plan to do so for at least another year, I listened with considerable interest to what he had to say. It was to be frank, quite unintelligible...
...Bother!" Princess Margaret was not born a king's daughter, but even the weather on the night of Aug. 21, 1930 seemed to conspire with a sentimental people to give her birth a special glamour. A howling wind whistled around her grandparents' home, gloomy old Castle Glamis (rhymes with palms), where Shakespeare's Macbeth had long since murdered sleep and Duncan. Lightning flashed and the rain beat down. The announcement of the first royal child to be born north of the Tweed since 1601 was greeted by an ear-splitting squeal of bagpipes...
...over, and he went off to marry Wallis Warfield. "Are they going to cut off his head?" Margaret asked her big sister expectantly when she heard the news. When she finally understood that her own father was to be the monarch, her interest gave way to bored impatience. "Oh, bother," said Great Britain's princess, "and I've only just learned to spell York...
...eminently civilized man, and perhaps he is, but in the process of becoming one, through an education self-administered chiefly in Baltimore's public library, he did not at the same time become refined. He gives free reign to his impulses and to his notions; he does not bother to qualify, to mitigate, to water-down. Consequently he writes with a vigor which approaches what those of us with more refined sensibilities might call bombast, but which is preferable a hundred times to the cautious standards set for the sober-minded by the pale prose of the New York Times...