Word: color
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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When will people, who allow their imaginations to dictate what they write, learn if there has ever been an example of fair treatment and devotion between two races so widely different in color and status, it is to be found in the tolerant relationship of the Virginian and others of his class in the South, and the devotion toward him of his colored friends...
There are various ways of looking at the past: through rose-colored spectacles, through the wrong end of a telescope, or- by an imaginative effort of which few are capable-face to face. Josephine Herbst's method is neither bespectacled nor telescopic, nor is it a personal, Proustian total-recall. Pity Is Not Enough is a medley of autobiographies, a family album of actually speaking likenesses. To read her story of the post-Civil War U. S. is like being there in a painfully realistic sense. Without depending very much on local color (letters, newspaper paragraphs), Authoress Herbst...
...trotters; women exercising; students; a worker, a student and an unemployed worker listening to a Leader. Through the composition criss-crossed two spurs, showing enormously magnified disease bacteria and a galaxy of constellations. Rivera produced another preliminary sketch in black and white and a third, larger one in full color. Both of these were approved by Todd, Robertson, Todd. In none was the head of the Leader that of Lenin...
...long, broad folds for yards behind her, as fragile as a mist, enmeshing her tall figure, concealing her face, and, in its upturned brim that circled her shapely head, forming the semblance of a halo, that gave her the air of one of the saints or angels that, in color, looked down from the gorgeous memorial windows on every hand. . . ." Actually the two-and-one-half columns showed a degree of restraint. Miss Devereux has been known to devote four columns to a wedding or ball, 16 columns to a day's social news. To her, debutantes are "rosebuds...
Second, it splashed a gay moment of color on the drab canvas of Depression. Last week passers-by on Broadway might have thought that the season was opening at the dingy, yellow brick opera house. Cordons of police held back curious spectators. Shiny limousines rolled up, discharging richly dressed socialites. Flash-lamps flared continuously. Inside, the old theatre had changed its aspect completely. A floor had been built over the worn, red plush orchestra chairs. An improvised circle of boxes had been built under the Dia- mond Horseshoe. The scenery for La Rondine had been set up on the stage...