Word: fishings
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Tripe--though I have never taken a course in the subject and hence have no valid right to an opinion--tripe is not fish. Yet the mere fact that it is not fish affects me but little. I guess I must belong in Anatole France's category of those who "fool themselves to live". For I see no particular reason to be absolutely clear about the what and why of a thing like tripe. Be it fish, fowl, beast or bug it smells the same--cooking...
...America--the best answer is silence, since this is not a question and answer column nor is it inspired by the deft delightfulness of syndication. But I have lost "The Polyglots". It may be too much like "Men Prefer Blondes" to appeal to those who say that be tripe fish or few! the "New Yorker" is tripe, but I insist that it is worth reading, especially at mid-years when life is not half so gay and careless as the last lectures of most Perfervid Professors might lead one to believe...
...Messrs. Mencken and Nathan exchanged a bilious fish eye, carefully adjusted their elegant opera cloaks, gave a final pat to the knap of their ritzy beaver bats, donned their immaculate white capeskin gloves and stalked up the aisle amid envious glances...
...names of many of the 50 pilgrims to her doors had a familiar ring, for they were names spoken in the White House a score of years ago, such names as Straus, Murray, Fish. But the number of missing names was a reminder of how completely times had changed. Gifford Pinchot, the young forester whom President Roosevelt supported so ardently in his struggle for conservation of forests, is now fighting other battles single-handedly in Pennsylvania. Henry Cabot Lodge, Roosevelt's close friend, has but recently gone to his grave. Senator Beveridge is no longer Senator, but hopes...
...quickly attained, but, before the men could inquire into the cause of their summons, a low wail descended from a snowy tree. Like Androcles, the fire fighters hesitated. But the cry, like the unspecific lament of a hoot owl, did not betray whether it sprang from bird, beast, or fish. Yet it darted so pitifully down that the perplexed rescuers raised a ladder against the tree and sent one of their number hastily...