Word: childishness
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...heavenly, divine. It almost seemed to Manhattan critics that M. Stokowski, in his desire to hide his orchestra for the music's sake, had inadvertently made himself a cynosure for all the extra attention he had hoped to gain for his music. Unkind critics even charged Conductor Stokowski with "childish display," with having contracted the David Belasco show-off virus...
...slovenliest man in all Britain writes some of its loveliest prose. Lord Dunsany takes childish pride in the sag of his coat and the splay of his collar, what time he gets lost on a golden road to nowhere, beholding faery sights. Shadows are among his specialties. For The King of Elfland's Daughter (1924) he invented a whole zone of twilight, where unicorns browsed and cabbage-roots were thunderbolts. Now he writes of a crone, cheated of her shadow by a magician of old Spain, and of a romantic worldling who came to the magician's wood...
...That night many a white-clad nine-year-old girl from the nearby Lochearn Girls' Camp dressed in bloomers and middy blouses came over to the Coolidge house and piped in childish tenors. "Here's to Mrs. Coolidge, Mrs.Coolidge, Mrs. Coolidge Here's to Mrs. Coolidge, she's with us today! God bless her, we love her! God bless her, we love her! Here's to Mrs. Coolidge, she's with its today...
...brought Miss Bell to Arabia in the service of the Empire. As a girl and woman, she, the incorrigible daughter of Sir Hugh Bell, "the richest iron master in England," had explored Arabia because, literally, she loved the sometimes childish and sometimes sublime Arabian race. Without Occidental companions, but traveling with a retinue of native servants and dining every evening in a Paris gown, Miss Bell was the first woman to cross the great Arabian Desert, and later tossed off two books* on the Near East, which Field Marshal Allenby confessed to poring over, both before and during his compaigns...
...mountains of Montenegro and the bright Balkans beyond, and if you went with him to his studio he had some very clever portrait work to show you, both in color and in black-and-white. He would tell you, with a quaint mixture of genuine Slavic dignity and bursting childish delight, of how his work had taken on with patrons in Philadelphia, then Rochester, Cleveland, Chicago, Lancaster, Pa., and lately in Manhattan...