Word: dogged
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...there the barking dog is muzzled; for without a center or paid manager to organize teams, practices, and games the dormitories are helpless. Yet now that their right to belong in the intra-mural system has been recognized, it should be possible to go the whole hog and give them a center--(a bulletin board in the Athletic Building would suffice)--manager, and permission to participate in other House sports. And governed by the existing rules, which forbid men on probation to play on winning House teams against Yale, there would not exist the disparity of strength manifested...
...characterization of the vicious drunkard is superlative, but at other times--notably when he hands the precious cup over to Moore casually, as if it were a drink of scotch--it is very weak. The celebrated race is well-handled, and portrays the extraordinary intelligence of the shepherd dogs, but even here Wull loses only because his master has taken one drink too many, and not because Bob is the superior strategist. In place of the original author's dramatic conclusion, doubtless because it involved a dog-fight abhorrent to the S.P.C.A., a weak and insipidly sentimental one has been...
There are only two possible candidates, 1) "Peacemaker" Chamberlain, and 2) that mad dog of Europe-that pathological sadist-Hitler...
...perplexed Parisian newshawks Gertrude Stein explained a libretto she has just completed for her second opera,* a Steinish version of Faust: Faust "sells his soul over and over again hoping to go to hell. He kills his boy and dog to really sin and go to hell and is turned into a young man. But Marguerite denies he is Faust and because he cannot prove it he finally just fades away. Yes, it is rather amusing." From one of the Stein songs: "The devil what the devil do I care if the devil is there. . . . And you wanted my soul...
...small-means men" and their families, it is the most appealing kind of publishing. Some of the latest copies of the Express to reach the U. S. were filled with their usual budget of post-crisis news: the Vicar of Southwold had seen a genuine sea monster offshore, a dog was tried for biting a dustman, a Wiltshire schoolmistress had found a mushroom over eleven inches wide. And across an entire page the Express splashed a row of grinning British faces, exhorted: "GET THE MONDAY MORNING SMILE...