Word: chidings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...rebuke left Mr. Philbrick with little for rebuttal. Rather than reply directly to the FOR itself, he has chosen to chide the Harvard students' FOR, a small and recently organized group who are circulating a respectful petition...
When Junior impressionistically draws a horse in bright reds, Mother will chide: "Everybody knows that horses aren't red, dear. Why don't you paint brown horses?" That attitude is all wrong, thinks William McGonagle, of the Detroit Institute of Arts, who runs art workshops for children. Before he could really teach the youngsters, McGonagle decided two years ago, he would have to educate their par-"ents: he invited mothers and fathers to come along and study art with the kids. This week, completing his third "Family Workshop," in which parents painted, drew and sculpted alongside their grade...
Unlike its Italian counterparts, The Beggar's Opera thrives on provincialism rather than pomp. British poet John Gay first wrote the operetta to chide government corruption and provide jobs for the vaudevillians displaced by sopranos and baritones from across the Channel. He felt that simple folk ballads sung with a minimum of gesticulation and vibretto could be as effective as full-range opera. With some perceptive acting, imaginative directing and photography the film version of Gay's work just about proves he was right...
Avid for news himself, he was quick to chide when replies were tardy. ("No letter, Goodykin, none today yet?") He came so close to treating his talented wife like an aimless birdbrain that Jane once chided him for writing "as if I were some nice child, writing ... to its Godpapa." But occasionally, Carlyle came close to sharing an idea with his "wee wifiekin," as when he was moved by the human and physical blight of the Industrial Revolution on a South Wales town: "The town might be ... one of the prettiest places in the world...
...light is spent, E're half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide, Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd, I fondly ask; But patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts, who best Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding...