Word: familiar
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...assistance, were his encyclicals on Communism (No. 29) and on Nazi Germany (No. 30) issued last fortnight (TIME, March 29).* Last week Pius XI, with the pleased loquacity of a man who has come through a long illness, released encyclical No. 31, dated Easter Sunday and dealing with a familiar but still pressing subject, Mexico...
...Familiar to almost every schoolboy is the Arabian Nights tale of the deadly lodestone island which drew the iron nails and bolts from passing ships, causing them to be wrecked on its jagged cliffs. Last week one G. H. Gray. Lloyd's agent at Bridlington, England, declared that he had discovered a modern parallel to this myth...
...have a sample of the political satire. A very jerky individual ingeniously dubbed Yule Craven bites off a series of excessively clever, occasionally lascivious remarks, and there you have parodied a member of the stage. This impersonation is, by the way, most brilliantly handled by Paul Killiam, Jr., '37, familiar to the followers of the Dramatic Club's doings. Surrealism, safe from parody because nobody could tell the difference between the two, is highly susceptible to derision, and in the course of the evening it gets its. Even the English peerage is not forgotten, but you should...
With the passing of Mr. Rogers, a colorful figure departs from the gala Harvard commencement picture. He attended practically every graduation exercises, except when in ill health, and his cane and white beard were familiar June sights as he proudly led the alumni procession on such occasions. Only by a scant day did he outlive John T. Morse, '60, aged 97, second oldest alumnus, who died Saturday at his home in Needham. Thus the honor position in the procession now passes to John Kittredge Browne, '69, of Chicago. But moderate Mr. Rogers will not soon be forgotten as typifying...
...household of nine on an Arizona ranch last year, Novelist Priestley spent an intensely ruminative 20 minutes one midnight in his writing shack analyzing himself, his U. S. travels, his possible travels in the Hereafter. His conclusions, considerably expanded and set down in Midnight on the Desert, show the familiar Priestley discursiveness, less of his easy-going humor than usual and a not-always recognizable U. S. On that night he felt like "a half-starved little coyote . . . howling to the stars...