Word: ferreter
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Within its borders the World War was started, regicides are bred, opium is produced and the best wild boar shooting in Europe is found. The world of art knows just one Yugoslav name-Ivan Mestrovic, one of the greatest living sculptors. Last week Mrs. Marie Sterner Lintott, a talented ferret among modern artists, discovered another, Maximilian Vanka. At her Manhattan gallery she put on view 15 darkly colorful Vanka canvases...
...Americans for a new war as an important point. It was this dislike of war that brought Mr. Wilson to his second term in 1916. The basker from Baffin Land goes on to tell us that "the problems are not virtually our own" and that we will "have to ferret out insidious propaganda." Surely Mr. Wilson saw these obvious facts as early as 1914. But Mr. Stoddard gets more practical, he says "that we should export arms only f.o.b., so that ships flying our flag would not be involved." Similarly Americans should only sail in American boats, lest they...
MURDER OF A MISSING MAN-Arthur M. Chase-Dodd, Mead ($2). With a carload of near-witnesses, including a New York detective, it takes a sharp-eyed little spinster to ferret out both the identity and the murderer of the corpse in the end compartment. The voluble Mr. Goldstein helps...
...nature of literate humanity to be sentimental about Sherlock Holmes, to desire a more intimate knowledge of the man than his cases vouchsafe, to ferret out his creator's inconsistencies only in order to dismis them airily, to raise the question of mortality merely as an excuse for a display of nostalgic faith. No individual can accompany Dr. Watson into No. 221-B Baker St. without feeling these things; yet, unfortunately for Mr. Starrett, an age which contemns lush sentimentality, compells the individual to avoid, as evidence of good taste, public confession of them. In writing this present biography, then...
...lion lay down with the lamb in the square; at least, it was something of that nature. An acquaintance of ours was walking slowly down Mass Avenue, staring into space, and carrying in his hand a new, unwrapped, strikingly striped club tie. Suddenly, at a corner, a small, ferret-like individual bumped into him, nearly bowling him over; in the confusion, the tie dropped into the gutter. The small one, before our friend could move, darted to pick it up. Its owner muttered thanks, and extended his hand for the object. But its rescuer withheld it, moving slowly back...