Word: delights
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...irritate theirs-life is like that, thank God ; the world would be a dusty place if all tastes were alike. De gustibus non disputandum. One of the most entertaining features of your magazine is the uproar of people who insist upon disputanding other people's gustibusses. I find delight in watching that weekly circus, even if you do sometimes allow too many encores, permitting obvious pinheads to overstay their welcome. Run your magazine to please yourselves. Don't try to please everybody -it can't be done. Believe me, I know- I have been editing...
...seriously have the Modernists begun to take Pavel Jerdanowitsch that Paul Jordan Smith decided that the artist must die. According-ingly he exposed his duality through the columns of the Los Angeles Sunday Times. His chief delight seems to be that France, whence final decrees on the vague modern estheticism emanate, fell headlong Into his trap...
Said Admiral McCully: "My orphans are proving themselves an increasing delight." . Reporters again were not surprised, remembering Admiral McCully's remarks on the same subject in 1921 after the children had been detained at Ellis Island: "We are very close together. Indeed I never knew how close until night before last when they were parted from me here at Ellis Island. I went back to my ship . . . without them. Entering their room on the ship, I found some of their little playthings. I had to sit down and I shook with the realization that the destiny of these children...
...laymen wondered if the legendary difference between the English sense of humor and the American might not have colored Psychologist Aveling's conclusions. Is all laughter "ugly . . . hard . . . selfish?" Is a father "ugly" when he manifests delight at the cunning or courage of his small son ? Is it "selfish" of children to chortle and bubble when the magician yanks the rabbit from the hat? Are those people "hard" who sometimes burst out laughing even when they are all alone, for no reason that they could tell you except that "it seems so good just to be alive...
...resemble the wake of a paper chase. At night not so; then the trees are like huge bundles of dark feathers, the lawns like scraps of green silk patterned with pathways. Here gum-chewers, muttering "loves me ... . loves me not . . ." as they tear the wrappers from their chiclets, take delight in strolling, in listening to the music coming from the Mall, where Edwin Franko Goldman conducts his band...