Word: earn
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...carry the doctrine of equality too far. We do not project it into the field of taxation, for example. Oh, no, not at all! Men may be equal in their capacity to govern, but not for one moment do we hold them equal in their ability to earn and in their ability to pay. In other words, we exalt the common man so far is his shared in the control of government is concerned, but when it comes to liquidating the cast of this control well, at that point the common man seems to have all interest in the philosophy...
...began to give simple dramas, inspired by the magnificent theatricality of Mass, and evolved from Bible story, prelates everywhere came gradually to value their spiritual uses. Soon Herod was thumping his spear on the boards, and Judas went about his betraying in a long red beard, and Pilate could earn as much as ten shillings a week if he told his lines with a swaggering tongue. . . . In the Fifteenth century, roles were cast with a nice eye to harmony between the part itself and the trade of the man who was to play it. Plasterers created the world, shipwrights built...
...picture. Years ago France's good angel must have whispered to Rene Fonck that he must learn early about fleet machines, for at 13 he began to study mechanical engineering and soon after to drive racing cars. In 1913, aged 18, it took him but two months to earn his pilot's certificate. Since the War he has stayed in civil aviation continuously-except for the eight-day honorary term as mayor of Saulcy-sur-Meurthe, his birthplace in the Vosges. The Motives. Captain Fonck came to the U. S. last year for the Pulitzer air races. Hearing...
...have read with the most acute disapprobation an advertisement appearing on p. 31 of TIME, May 24, in which it is suggested that persons who earn a trip to Europe by obtaining subscriptions for TIME may possibly "debauch" themselves "atop Montmartre" when they reach Paris. Permit me to deplore this suggestion and to censure your subscription department for making it with every fibre of my personality...
Where sunburned ball-tossers earn their weekly wage, at the Polo Grounds, Manhattan, there was a new spectacle last week. The team was away. Some one had come and lined the field with white tape from deep outfield to home plate, where excited people stood waving rags, towels and handkerchiefs. If you watched closely, you would suddenly see flights of shadows whiz in from the outfield. They were spidery little animals with pinpoint noses, whittled bodies, pipestem legs...