Word: casualities
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...such cases require the intervention of the surgeon. Sometimes their symptoms elude the casual diagnosis of the doctor. Certainly the family medico, the housewife, cannot recognize them. So Dr. Lockwood urges prudence against too free use of bowel-evacuating agents...
...about a block--from my thoughts--I shall probably smoke--adding my pittance to the collection before Emerson. For there I shall stand and puzzle the question of a twelve o'clock. Nor is this one easy question to decide. Professor Copeland--though he considers Vagabonds too casual for real appreciation of Dr. Johnson, surely cannot refuse one peregrinating beggar from hearing him discuss from the rostrum of Sever 11 certain moot points in the works of the great lexicographer. And in Emerson D Professor Hocking manifestly welcomes argument on the Case of Democracy--argument perhaps a trifle subtle...
...column--Lillian does her stuff, to the extent of one story, "The Eternal Triangle". And it is really worth mentioning, worth even more than mentioning. For Lillian's muse is equal the fiddling flair of Maine's minstrel of the bobbed haired wife. It prefaces a return to the casual in contemporary letters and, more than that, reminds me of the Marks' remark about the Revere Beach of yesterday, the Coney Island of today...
...Farmer, published in England in 1782, is a book known to serious students of the period of American history just prior to and during the Revolution. Buried for nearly a century and a half in the cabinets of the Crèvecoeur family, unpublished manuscripts were discovered. Even for casual readers the book has interest and the sort of charm inherent in any narrative that sincerely, accurately and with reasonable adequacy portrays the life of a period, however restricted as to time, regardless of the limitation of its area of action. Moreover, Crèvecoeur had a point of view...
...criminal. But, though examination monitors are rather cheerless brethren. I have just found that there is an even worse outfit--the Baptists. In Herr Mencken's monthly a long article by James D. Bernard dissolves any of my fond hopes for the Baptists of the world. In truth the casual reader of Mr. Bernard's essay could easily believe that the only difference between Baptist and Moron is philologic. Now this may not hurt you; it may even amuse you. But you, of course, are not a Baptist...