Word: courteousness
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Doff your hat and bow respectfully to every woman?lady or peasant?who appears to be approaching motherhood. The theory of such courteous obseisance to Life is similar to that which prompts gentlemen to uncover when Death passes in a hearse...
...Post, always serious on social matters, declared venomously: "A bull-headed Vice President goaded by an ambitious woman can stir up all kinds of a mess. . . . Mrs. Gann is not set in the seats of the mighty by decree of her own country but by the amused complaisance of courteous foreigners. Will this memory spoil the fun of the Vice Presidentess as she looks down from the head of one of those jolly-diplomatic dinners, past six frozen-faced ambassadresses, to where her unrated husband hides at the foot of the board? . . . We devoutly hope...
...this note a significance of magnitude as showing Mr. Hadden's tolerant attitude with regard to criticism. I had written TIME a caustic letter in regard to an item about Mr. Levine's evolutions in his lone flight from Paris to London. This note was his courteous reply...
...second violinist was courteous, but the misguided show-off had blundered. He might as well have told one of the six Floradora girls that not one of them could sing like old Seňora Floradora. For the Flonzaleys are as unrelated as most teams which have a single name.* There was no Mr. Flonzaley who fathered them all. There was instead a Swiss banker, Edward J. deCoppet, who wanted chamber music in the U. S. He appointed Violinist Alfred Pochon to establish a string quartet, and he named it after his Swiss villa, Flonzaley, which translated means "brooklet...
Without comment or elaboration Don Miguel's words were published. Meanwhile bombing planes were sent to circle above the revolting garrison. They dropped no explosives but courteous, imperative leaflets reading: "Surrender immediately, and return to your barracks. If you do not, you will be bombed tomorrow." Presently Lieutenant-Colonel Annibal Molto, commanding the rebels, drew his pistol, turned it upon himself, died like a gentleman and a Spaniard. His soldiers quietly awaited the arrival of an army corps from Madrid, then whooped up a hearty cheer for Dictator and King...