Word: fair
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Dundee, N. Y., at the county fair, one Otis Dowland, in tights, flexed his biceps, patted his stomach, pouted his chest, lay on the ground. A plank was laid across his abdomen, an automobile driven towards him with the righthand wheels on the plank. Otis Dowland empurpled his face with straining, scowled up at the crowd, as the automobile ascended its human bump. The car's driver, a stupid bumpkin, stalled the engine in mid-plank. Strongman Dowland grimaced, retched, shrieked. The car was pushed away. Strongman was whisked to a hospital, where doctors pronounced his vitals...
Third Game. The lead story of St. Louis's only morning newspaper, the Globe-Democrat, was a supplication to the citizens of the city. ". . . Be good sports today . . . fair to the Yanks . . . not as unsportsmanlike as painted. . . ." Readers recalled that the vigorous instincts of St. Louis baseball rooters had caused pop bottles to be banished from the stands. The team, returning from Manhattan, was given a frenzied welcome. Rain fell at midnight. It was still falling in the afternoon. Standing on the pitcher's mound, the only dry spot on the field, Jesse Haines, a garage keeper from...
...method is haphazard and strangely rhythmic, and the result is very fair theatre without being at all stagey. Bound between covers, it runs thin in the reading; but it is so evidently made for seeing and not for reading that this criticism cannot touch the author's craft...
...chief offender who has tried to debauch the fair name of Florida seems to be the Associated Press. Insidiously, craftily--like Californian spies--it took advantage of the coma which was Florida's until she had dug herself out, and blatantly shrieked a tale of ruin. With foul intent the newspapers urged relief funds and salvage societies. But Florida refused to be quarantined. Life is still Olympian at Coral Gables. The Marx brothers can still sell lots...
...inspiration ever buoying him up. Just as the song of the Molpe was the product of inspiration and craftsmanship, so have all the great poems come from such a combination. There must be the emotional ecstasy, the detachment from self, and the sense of worship of something fair and supernal and immortal, but with this, hand in hand, must march a care and pride in craft, that keeps the mind and spirit working together that the result may be as lofty as possible...