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Those in the Yard who failed to pass the recent tests should not fall into the slough of despond, for the statistics indicate that most of those who fall by the wayside in November eventually get back into good standing, while the real mortality rate begins to show in February. Meanwhile it is not too much to ask that the University take heed to the age long plea for an effective adviser system in order to shift the onus of talking to every erring Freshman from the shoulders of the deans...
Your splendid coverage of politics in South Carolina . . . will delight many a native son and provoke many another. Your statement "the most overwhelmingly Democratic State in the Union" is interesting in light of the fact that your very story of the despond of politics in the Stale proves the contention of recent years that South Carolina has become "a too numerous democracy," which was the very thing that its founders would not have it, and which it was not in the heyday of its great statesmen and leaders...
...sardonic glee of the cynical, hard-drinking, good-for-nothing; but later he is equally adept at registering first, tearing remorse and shame, and then calm and steadfast determination. And Irens Dunne, as his tranquil victim and ideal, gives us every nuage of her changing feeling toward him, and despond and exults to perfection. The others of the cast are fully as good as their names propels: Charles Butter worth, Betty Furness, Ralph Morga, Sara Haden, Albert Emery, Henry Armelia, and Arthur Treacher. The tenth "march of Time" vital, but not so timely, rounds out the progress...
...spring months of 1933 a weary and buffeted nation, greatly heartened by the entry into the White House of a man who could act, a man who knew how to smile, turned, and with new hope began to search for a way out of its slough of despond. Now that months have passed and the goal does not yet seem to be near, the advocates of laissez-faire and of ancient conservatism again raise their hoary heads and begin anew their piping complaints. Of late, however, amid the anvil chorus of cheerfully pessimistic second-guessers, an able voice has been...
...November hours and mid-years. This success immediately went to his head. With delight be silenced the silver voice of song with a grapefruit. Came the Idea of March. 'I have met the enemy and they are Hours,' sobbed our hero as he sank into a Rank of despond. A modicum of hard work enabled him to finish up the year so successfully that he was invited to attend courses in the exclusive Harvard Summer School, Sophomore year our little dusty Trojan transformed himself into a gay butterfly, and floated about to lifting strains of harmony...