Word: clause
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...tabloids and bromides will define the morality of the future even as they do the morality of today, and some will buy "True Stories" and others will read "American Mercuries" while the Transcripian mind still understands that the ultimate cause, the efficient reason is a benificent Santa Claus with butter...
...feeling of fear about her beard! How nicely it ran down longer afraid. How "she would like to run her fingers through his silky beard. Plow nicely it ran down from his white hair past his big ears and around his chin! He was like a cleaned-up Santa Claus. And his big mustache was hanging like a curtain below his fleshy hooked nose. That nose was like the snout of an amiable tapir...
...distinguished years as merchant, banker and Congressman, lost his life, a hero, in the Titanic disaster. Nathan is now 77 and Oscar Solomon is 75, and for more than a generation their portraits have appeared in the public prints of the U. S. as frequently as that of Santa Claus. Nathan is the passionate philanthropist. No sooner does he make a nickel (Abraham & Straus, R. H. Macy, emporia) than he gives away six cents. (Since 1915 his donations have exceeded his income.) Oscar Solomon is the zestful statesman (Rooseveltian Moose, Taft Ambassador to Turkey...
...enough) that their eyes had surely been opened to the condition of things in Tennessee-a wildwood state, populated by bearded illiterates whose ears still rumble with echoes of the shooting at Bull Run, whose Bible is a shotgun, whose primer is a bottle and who believe in Santa Claus. Last week Vanderbilt University (in Nashville) made an announcement which somewhat corrected this impression. Trustees and alumni, having completed their semicentennial celebration, started a nationwide drive to raise $4,000,000 for the department of science. Said Chancellor James H. Kirkland: "Vanderbilt's answer to the episode at Dayton...
Kivalina of the Ice Lands was filmed by one Earl Rossman in a two-year expedition to the Arctic. Eskimos are the actors. Here are reindeer without the Santa Claus; an eskimaid eski-mobiling behind some dogs through a 50-below zero blizzard; a full color reproduction of the aurora borealis. It might have been written with an ice-pick on the bleak wall of an igloo, but its impression of tiny men spinning their confused webs against the icy gulfs of immeasurable space registers effectively...