Word: familiarity
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Twenty-one years ago a robust Sergeant in Squadron A, New York City National Guard, was riding through Rock Creek Park, Washington, D. C. Suddenly he heard the familiar voice of Elihu Root, then Secretary of State, saying: "By order of the Secretary of War, Sergeant Stimson will report at once, in person, to the President of the United States." On the other side of Rock Creek he saw Secretary Root and President Roosevelt. Plunging into the rain-swollen, swift-flowing stream, he urged his horse across, arrived wet, triumphant. His summons was merely a Rooseveltian method of inviting...
...anything to say why sentence of death should not be passed upon you?" In the prisoners' box, a clean-shaven Italian, with a high forehead and a son named Dante, stood up. "Yes, sir, I, I am not an orator," said Nicola Sacco. "It is not very familiar with me, the English language. . . . I never know, never heard, even read in history anything so cruel as this court. . . . My comrade, the kind man, the kind man to all the children, you sentence him two times . . . and you know he is innocent. . . . I forgot one thing which my comrade remember...
...boyish grin and wispy figure of Edward of Wales are so familiar in London dance halls and saloons (TIME, Feb. 7, 21), that when he motored out to Hastings, Sussex, last week, past fields of primroses all in saffron bloom, Britons wondered if His Royal Highness would not tread a measure with some buxom Sussex wench along a merry primrose path. Soon he contrived to exceed all expectations. . . . Wenches were, of course, not lacking. Hardly a "pub" in Hastings is without its ruddy Sussex barmaid. Had Edward of Wales but stopped in to dash himself against a whiskey and soda...
...music less candid than jazz and coon songs, no factor is more important than the brevity of pieces played on the phonograph. There came a time when the whole difference between "I-know-what-I-like" and "highbrow" music was measured in inches. A ten-inch record was the familiar thing. A twelve-inch record signified something long and probably boring-"Chocolate Soldier Medley," perhaps, or "Selections from La Traviata." The music of the people was not bedight with red, gold and purple seals and it was not twelve inches wide. Such stuff was suspect, for the elect. Not until...
...section on Goodness, the author does not fall to include the familiar distribe on the passion in America for proyphylactic cleanliness. It is not extraordinary that our land of prohibitions both legal and moral, provides tantalizing stimulus for any sensitive observer, be he yokel or diplomat, foreigner or native wit. In this portion of the book alone does the author play the game he has chosen for though fairry adroit satire pinch-hits for the more rugged sincerity which any critical work presupposes he nevertheless concludes his observations in more commendable fashion than he approached his unfamiliar subject...