Word: braver
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...gentleman who collects books for profit or passion. Dr. Rosenbach (Alice In Wonderland inan) raised his hand vertically many times at the Kern sale* but three times he kept it in his pocket. Three times he refused to go on with the bidding, lost a coveted book to a braver bibliophile. Some top prices brought by Kern-collected editions and manuscripts: Shelley's Queen Mob, $68,000; Lamb's contribution to Hone's Table Book, $48,000; Pope's Essay on Man, $29,000; Edgar Allan Poe's letter to Mrs. B., $19,500; Swift...
...luncheon in honor of his wife in Cape Town: "I knew she was a brave woman when she married me." Sir James Heath, 76, coal & iron tycoon, amazed mechanics by giving his wife a vigorous & noisy kiss when she landed at Croydon Airdrome in London. Said he: "A braver woman never lived...
...appears the proud legend, "member of the Butter and Milk Commission under Herbert Hoover during the World War," but upon whose soul now rests the necessity of supporting the curious "boom" of his fellow Ohioan, Senator Willis. Never did a big butter-&-milk man undertake a braver job than attacking a once honored chief for the sake of a boss to whom he was now obligated. And never did a big butter-&-milk man have his job turn out a more gruesome botch than did "widely known" Mr. Brand...
...Into the President's study marched French Ambassador Claudel with two young men, one black-haired, sleek and wiry, the other burlier, rougher of hair, braver of necktie. They were the far-flown Lindberghs of France, Lieutenant Dieudonne* Costes and Lieut.-Commander Joseph Lebrix, just in from Paris via Africa, South America, Mexico, New Orleans and Montgomery, Ala. They had covered 22,843 mi. and, after handshaking and photography on the South Lawn, they soon hopped off again for Manhattan, whence they thought they might fly to San Francisco before going home. Said Flier Lebrix: "We do not want...
...garretful of earnest intellectuals whose desire it is to break a lance for any forlorn cause and die if they can-or at least starve-on the barricade of some well fought for hope. The magazines are published in amazing covers of topaz and mauve and cinnamon. Braver than autumn leaves, they flourish for a while, bailiffs occupy the editorial rooms and grubby gentlemen attach the furniture, and the gay little magazines dry up and perish...