Word: expression
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...course, my friends, ye understand that the Almighty is compelled to do things in His official capacity that He would scorn to do as a private individual.' "I am in the unfortunate position now of having no private capacity, but only an official one. I am unable to express my views upon any public question of any real importance-at least not for publication...
...prizes were founded to promote is returning to its rightful prominence. The beetling brow and clenched fist of the ward-heeler are lost on the radio audience; his persuasion must now be based entirely on what the says, not on what he does, and such demands an ability to express ideas in clear spoken English...
...last week Austrian police, correspondents and such Government officials as have frequent contact with His Royal Highness had in fact soured on Edward. Typical comment: "He gives orders to everybody, shouts and gets furious if police, railway officials and the rest don't jump. The de luxe through express trains have to be stopped to put him down or pick him up from tiny ski stations, something neither the President nor the Chancellor of Austria would ever ask. He doesn't even spend money in Vienna. Yesterday he went shopping for jewelry all day, pawed over priceless things...
Unlucky Freshmen, annually dumped on the ash-heap of circumstances by the House Plan's inability to accomodate all those applying for admission, find a cold eye turned on them when, as Sophomores, they again seek entrance. While the House Representatives express concern for the solitary, doghouse existence of men excluded from the houses, their hands are tied by an undue reverence for the Freshman and the custom of having a third of each class in any one house. But if this pretense is to be dropped and justice administered, upperclassmen in good standing who have tried repeatedly should...
...others have come to take his place to divert the Vagabond. A great pipe organ rises in the loft of the main hall. Wires, pipes, bellows and queerly shaped pieces of wood are strewn about in ordered confusion. It seems fitting that there should be an organ here to express in music the Wagnerian scenes of Lewis Rubenstein's murals, but I fear for the effects of its vibrations upon the fragile plaster casts of mediaeval saints...