Word: eared
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...such occasions his thoughts overflow into a book, the fruit of studious reading, conservatively liberal thinking, alert observations gleaned on his annual trips to Europe. Though respectfully reviewed, his books have never been bestsellers, but last winter an extra-editorial utterance of Editor Armstrong's caught the public ear. So timely, so comprehensive, so stimulating did U. S. readers find the 106 pages of We or They† that it began to sell like a racy novel, by last week had passed its 40th thousand...
...carefully. Manuscripts are set aside for long periods of time; then if necessary undergo severe revision. It is no wonder he's been called the best modern prose stylist. Yet you will recall he didn't learn English until he was nine; and then he learned it "by ear". He knew the music of the language long before he knew its construction. Personally, I've never heard anyone speak purer English...
...bastard Greek, which no Athenian could understand today. Then he gave me goat's milk and blessed me; asked me to take his picture, and so I did. Thus endeth my great trip adventure of exploration, a sad failure. But tomorrow I go to Syracuse to whistle in Dionysius' Ear, see Venus Anadyomene, and bask in the memory of Plato, Pindar and Aeschylus...
Discovering that she was going to give birth before she could travel from her house to Chicago's Maternity Center, Mrs. Leonard Nelson telephoned there for advice. With the telephone receiver clutched to her ear. she then proceeded to do precisely what the alert obstetrician at the other end of the line told her to do. After eight minutes of this Mrs. Nelson cried that she had borne a son and started to hang up. A neighbor, however, snatched the receiver, yelled over the phone: "She's going to have a twin." The doctor: "Let me talk...
...native costumes where at Cannes they took part in the annual flower festival. Now, full of song and pranks, they were going back to their romantic Budapest. At every station we stopped they'd ask the porter to pick a few flowers for them--then they'd tickle his ear, give him a kiss and a postcard to mail. And what did they do with the flowers? They were getting ready for a battle. It began just before we reached Genova. When I left it seemed as if the dancers--as against the flower girls--would win. For when their...