Word: content
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...what is not his best; and the author of "The Powder of Sympathy" will agree with us that he can do better than he has in this case. A writer who can compose charming verses, good poetry, delectable essays, and sincere novels ought to think hard before he is content to publish a volume of enlarged paragraphs and half-in-half jottings...
...strenuous and brilliant evening. The program of the day gives the center of the stage to 1923. Undergraduates linger only under tolerance, for the responsible function of ushering or the irresponsible one of satisfying an idle curiosity. The assembled graduates may lord it on Thursday to their hearts content, and in their respective reunions today outside Cambridge. But when they gather this afternoon it will be as mere onlookers at the initiation of a new class to their federated midst...
...question no one ever hears of it. And as for reading the newspapers--if he does he merely learns of his own idiosyncrasies, and if he doesn't, he misses very little. Possibly three or four newspapers repay him for his efforts to find the news with some adequate content. In the rest, he delves between Raymond's advertisements--quite the most amusing feature usually and Zonite, to discover at last that the Yale sophomores have presented the freshman with an ancient and, doubtless, honorable fence...
...Polo Grounds and exchange his ordinary raiment for a Giant baseball uniform there might be a riot. Certainly the sight of a writer's calves in the Old-Glory barber-pole sox of the Giants would arouse something more than comment. If the fans remained in their seats, content to hurl epithets and hot dogs, the outbreak would be postponed only until the scribe scuttled savagely in from third to field a bunt. In other words, the scrivener, be he ever so brilliant as a baseball writer, would probably make a cumbersome third baseman...
...other hand, John J. Mc-Graw has written a book.* Not only written a book, but had it published, rather smartly too, by Boni and Liveright. As may be expected, the content is fairly instructive, but the " form " is terrible. As Mr. McGraw comes plunging in for a tricky simile, he falls on his face. He marches confidently to bat and takes a prodigious clout at literary emphasis with his infinitive. The infinitive splits and the emphasis falls badly foul over by the water cooler. As a writer Mr. McGraw will remain in the shaggiest bush league...