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What good purpose, even if partially true, could such blatant and impolitic attacks serve ? While I am not wholly English, I admire the Prince. He is destined to rule a great nation whose domain covers the globe. He seeks first-hand knowledge by circumnavigating the earth. His is a severe and delicate task. and he has unquestionably shown remarkable vision and wisdom thus far. He is gracious to a fault; snobbishness he does not know or at least does not practice. The world has welcomed the Prince and no doubt will continue to do so long after Mary from Boston...
...first and with the latter as a foundation build up a new reality, a brand new shimmering universe in place of the old and ragged one. This transformation can be accomplished only through the stage breaking away from its present narrow limits and taking all of life as its domain. The actor is to become a crusader going into the arena resplendent in the shining armour of his art. He is to fight the great battle with that malignant it otherwise known as human destiny. He is to become a mummer of merely carrying first aid to the wretched...
...something of relief to find a play in which scholarship and a sense of beauty are predominant, particularly a play from England, from which domain the deftly decadent effusions of Michael Arlen have this season been most conspicuous. Ashley Dukes, London critic, has written his comedy around a night at an inn, an old time inn, from the shingle of which the title of the play is taken...
...curriculum of everything that is of no practical value have been the objects of a storm of adverse criticism. In the meantime, the Harvard student has smiled in a most superior fashion and congratulated himself and his friends upon the absence of any similar foolishness within his own academic domain. Harvard, of course, is free from such nonsense and the proponents...
...concluding lap of its journey the Committee last week traversed three hundred miles of desert in southern Oregon and northern Nevada, the largest single piece of unreserved public domain remaining. Every ten or fifteen miles the deserted hut of some overambitious homesteader was passed. Every 50 miles or so was a little shack where gasoline could be purchased. Herds of wild horses watched the party as it passed, galloping away in a billowing cloud of dust if the automobiles paused. Running with one of these herds was a lone mule. Here and there lay the dismembered bodies of colts slain...