Word: breads
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Mayhap the universities of Germany have gained more from the war than they have lost. For with the natural poverty of a pation in defeat, there has come a desire for practical knowledge given vent to in the tremendous of "bread" courses. Doubtless the German universities have torn a leaf from the merits of the American Business College. But also the have torn foreign appreciation for abstract learning which is so scarce in America. It is hard to conceive of a field more attractive to scholar and student alike, crowded as it is with thoughts new and old, with precepts...
...sport while we were about it. . . . So far we've shot eleven foxes. . . ." British correspondents had not the heart to continue the story of aristocratic discomfiture beyond that point. Their despatches chronicled one final infamy: The Holmwood Huntsmen are wont to refresh themselves with "beer, coarse bread and strong cheese...
...BREAD & CIRCUSES?W. E. Woodward?Harper ($2). To the Angel of Death an old man complained: "I have not lived. . . . I've worked . . . talked a lot . . . loved . . . hated . . . laughed a good deal . . . built some houses . . . brought up my children . . . thought a little . . . and?" The Angel of Death interrupted, "That was Life." Thus Mr. Woodward prepared for his story: After a successful career as a vender of thinking?wholesale and retail?Michael Webb (friend of readers of Bunk) establishes himself at Echo Hill Inn in Connecticut. In this labyrinthine tavern with steps up, steps down from room to room, with...
...London, the iguanas (giant lizards) in the zoo last week refused all nutriment. Lonely and cold, their hearts aswoon for the drowsy sweetness of the jungles of Brazil, they pined in languor, gazing with lacklustre eyes at troughs filled with such tasty morsels as corn, ants, dead flies, bread and mice. Keepers conferred. One day huge electric lights were strung along the lizard house. The iguanas awoke out of their nostalgia. They wriggled joyfully in the light of the strange and sterile suns above them; crept to the troughs, ate greedily...
...amused in the same fanciful way. Evreinov, the musician who had for his music master Rimski-Korsakov, can still play fantastically upon every mood. Like the Spanish dramatist, Benavente, he had followed the circus in his youth and still knows how to give his audience circuses as well as bread. The slendor boy who at the age of thirteen had performed as an equillbrist in the little Russian village circus had grown up into the man of forty-six who still holds our attention fixed as he delicately keeps his balance between the real and the make-believe...