Word: felted
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...heart and in secret set himself to beat on this Cloud of Unknowing. . . . Our Lord said to Mary [Magdalene], a sinner above all sinners . . . 'Thy sins be forgiven thee.' He said this not because of her deep contrition for her sins, nor because she knew and felt her own wretched state, nor for the meekness that she had because of it. Why then? Surely because she loved much. Here one can see what a silent contemplative love will secure from...
Notre Dame's basketballers felt sorry for themselves. Kevin O'Shea, the star of the team, had a bad knee and indigestion; big Leo Barnhorst said he had a sprained ankle and Johnny Brennan complained of a sore throat. Last week, with stiff upper lips and handsome gold uniforms, Underdog Notre Dame (beaten seven times this season) limped out on the floor at Madison Square Garden to play hot-shot N.Y.U., only undefeated college team...
...have been only two major leaks since war's end. (One was Aviation Week's story on supersonic flight; the other, a Denver Post article on the disposal of atomic rubbish.) And many a paper feared that voluntary censorship would be an entering wedge. The answer, newsmen felt, is not voluntary censorship but a tightening up of Government organizations to make sure that secrets do not leak. Nevertheless, the group named the Washington Star's craggy Editor Ben McKelway as head of an eight-man committee to think things over and report next month...
...rest of the U.S. press showed no hurry to get on the bandwagon. And Editor Edward T. Leech of the Scripps-Howard Pittsburgh Press felt downright sorry for the Man of the Hour...
...epitaph for Saint-Gaudens himself. "Numbers of people came," he wrote, "for the figure seemed to have become a tourist fashion, and all wanted to know its meaning. Most took it for a portrait statue, and the remnant were vacant-minded in the absence of a personal guide. None felt what would have been a nursery instinct to a Hindu baby or a Japanese jinricksha-runner. . . . Like all great artists, Saint-Gaudens held up the mirror and no more...