Word: fashioner
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...celebrated by planting an oak tree on the grounds of the Peers' School. In a school-house built for his benefit next to the Palace grounds-to spare the prince a "dangerous" trip down the street-he had learned his lessons by rote and recited them, singsong fashion, with other young male aristocrats. He had also studied English with a British tutor, long resident in Japan, whose future under an American matriarchy remained in doubt...
Last week in Boston, the New England Council of Optometrists looked at a new type of lens which might eliminate these difficulties. Manhattan Eyeman Dr. William Feinbloom had developed a plastic, nonbreakable lens which rocks seesaw fashion with the motion of the eye, thus forestalls cornea irritation. The new lens is available in a dozen stock models, can be fitted to any eye in a few minutes, costs $100 less than the old type...
...bragging, in bigger type than its editorial department ever uses: THE NEW YORK TIMES SUNDAY CIRCULATION HAS PASSED 1,000,000. The Times is now the seventh biggest Sunday paper in the land.* The Times could not refrain from pointing out, in its best morning-coat fashion, the difference between itself and other members of the Big Boys' club. It had reached its new high, said the Times, "without comics or other extraneous appeals...
...Simpl" had met to find an answer to the gravest question human stupidity had ever put to them: "What shall we do when here, too, the Nazis take over?" Simplicissimus' founder, stalwart Thomas Theodor Heine, put the reply calmly: "One simply has to go into exile-pauper fashion...
Into exile, pauper fashion (first in France; later, in the U.S.), went spare, spry Simplicissimus Editor Franz Schoenberner. Confessions of a European Intellectual is the witty, intelligent story of his life-a story whose capacity for hard sense and an all too rare humor gives it a distinct place in refugee literature. As befits the outlook of an editor of satire, it contains no awed descriptions of intimate meetings with famous people; as an intellectual confession it confesses nothing but disrespect for overintellectualized confessions...