Word: dreamed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Chairman of the Inaugural Committee, and Mrs. Roosevelt announced that for the inauguration she would undoubtedly wear her black broadtail. Said she: "I have had the coat three years, but it is perfectly good and I expect to wear it a good many years after this. I should not dream of getting...
Warner Brothers and Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer has contributed a number of the prints now on display in the Theatre Room. Scenes shown vary from the crude efforts of the Mary Pickford-Charlie Chaplin era to extravaganzas like "Midsummer Night's Dream" and "Here Comes the Fleet...
...behind all this a newer and better ism. In the autumn of 1924 he wrote his Manifesto of Surrealism, and a word and a school were born.* Excerpt: "Surrealism rests in the belief in the superior reality of certain forms of association neglected heretofore ; in the omnipotence of the dream and in the disinterested play of thought. . . . We who have not given ourselves to processes of filtering, who through the medium of our work have been content to be the silent receptacle of many echoes . . . are perhaps yet serving a much nobler cause." Surrealism in plainer language is an attempt...
Students of surrealism rank with Founder Breton and converted Dadaist Max Ernst, several practitioners of equal or greater importance. There is the able Italian Giorgio de Chirico, who, besides his familiar studies of prancing horses and Roman columns, likes to paint surrealist views of long deserted streets in dream cities, adding to one work a startling note by carefully painting realistic tea biscuits on the end of a painted crate. There is Philadelphia-born Man Ray, who is not only an able painter but manages to imbue Rayograph pictures of bits of wire, corks and lumps of sugar with exactly...
...through classes the dream is in my mind. Afterwards to wander aimlessly . . . Shepard Hall. The sign on the door reads, "Harvard Bureau for Street Traffic Research; Driver Test Clinic." Some impulse moves me inside. A professor beside a machine that seems a cross between an airplane cockpit and the driver's seat of an automobile. "You have come for a test?" he asks. "I don't know," I reply. Without more encouragement he ushers me to the seat and bids me grasp the wheel. "When you see the red light, apply the brakes as fast...