Word: brilliant
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...line was named after brilliant old Lord Curzon, onetime famed Viceroy of India, in 1919 serving his first year as Britain's Foreign Secretary. He recommended it to the Versailles Peace Conference. In the turmoil into which Eastern Europe was soon to be plunged, however, the Curzon line raveled. Poland invaded the Ukraine and occupied Kiev. After defeating their other foes the Bolsheviks finally counterattacked, pushed the Poles back almost to Warsaw. Polish emissaries at London screamed for help, but Prime Minister David Lloyd George, never before or since too fond of the Poles, reminded them that they were...
...hats, morning coats, decorations-all the regalia of a brilliant diplomatic party last week adorned the bodies of virtually all of France's Cabinet Ministers, most of her home diplomats, many of her social leaders, in one of the gloomiest caverns in Paris-the Gare du Nord. The notables had gathered to say good-by to a good friend, wit, gourmet, an artisan of tact, a monocle-bearing, well-dressed Briton, Sir Eric Phipps, 64, retiring from the British diplomatic service after two years as Ambassador to France and after 30-odd in the service of his Kings...
Last week at Andover, Phillips Academy's shrewd Headmaster Claude M. Fuess (rhymes with "geese") adopted a collegiate custom by staging his school's first Alumni Day. To Andover's 162-year-old campus, glorious in sunshine and brilliant autumn foliage, came 175 old Andover boys. Oldest were a pair of survivors from the class...
...that the school "really has not changed in spirit," told his proudest news: that last year 213 of the school's 700-odd boys had scholarships, that the captains of seven Andover teams are working their way through. Said he: "When you alumni come upon a brilliant boy in a small town high school, tell him what we have to offer. We want more candidates for our scholarships. . . . This is a great democratic school...
Four years ago a young English writer, Wystan Hugh Auden, incorporated these lines in the chorus of a play. Auden's poems were at that time widely talked about and widely misunderstood-with some reason. They seemed brilliant, veiled, obscurely revolutionary. By October 1939, however, few Englishmen could still look blank over such lines as these. Their meaning was all too painfully clear...