Word: distinguish
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Years" is the biography of this or, apparently, any other year. A new edition of "The Pratrio Years" is now also available. . . . Henry Seidel Canby's "Thoreau" is a good, solid work on a great American writer. . . . Havelock Ellis' "My Life" is an undistinguished chronicle of a distinguish life. . . Henry F. Pringle makes "The Life and Times of William Howard Taft" a far more appealing and interesting book than one's impressions of the Taft administration would make one suspect. . . . Boris Souvarine's "Stalin" is less a biography than an attack on the man who, in the author's opinion...
...because of its vastness, Belmont has long been unpopular with grandstand spectators, who rarely see anything but the stretch run of the shorter-races. Even Turf & Field Club patrons, who have followed races through binoculars ever since they could hist a pair, are hard put to it to distinguish jockeys' silks over the landscape gardening in the infield...
...plea to "distinguish clearly between our individual emotions on one hand and the national interests of the American people on the other", McKay attacked interventionists for not having offered "an explicit and realistic program." His conclusions are printed in the Harvard Alumni bulletin which appears this morning...
...traditional method of applying paint to a canvas, the method used by all of the Old Masters. When you are standing perhaps fifty yards away from this colored pole which is no longer revolving, your eye mixes the tones for you, and it is rather difficult to distinguish between the red, the blue, and the white: this is Impressionism as far as its technique is concerned. The Impressionistic painter usually represents a momentary glimpse, one aspect of any chosen subject in this manner...
...Harvard Hall, but still hopeful, Vag followed him into the lecture room and procured a seat directly behind him. Instantly the little man produced a decrepit volume of Shakespeare's works and began to fondle the pages with fanatic tenderness. In his infrequent moments of coherence, Vag could distinguish such things as "Take you me for a sponge, my lord?" and "O, come away! My soul is full of discord and dismay." All during the lecture he nodded and frowned and bowed and articulated to himself. When the instructor read a particularly stirring passage, the little man would shut...