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...heath hens died in 1932 on Martha's Vineyard (TIME, April 11, 1932). Cause: overshooting, grass fires. The Eskimo curlew was extinct by 1925. Cause: overshooting during migration. The passenger pigeon disappeared just after the turn of the Century. Cause: market hunters killing nesting birds. The petrel and flicker of Guadalupe Island vanished about 1906. Cause: cats, goats. The Carolina and Louisiana parakeets were never seen after 1904. Cause: demand for caged birds. Great auks have been extinct since 1844 (TIME, Nov. 26). Last week specimens of all these unfortunates were included in an exhibition of extinct birds...
...French army drawn across the snow-covered Vosges Mountains; a U. S. division crossing No Man's Land through machinegun fire; the captain of a German submarine ordering his crew to discharge a torpedo; Lenin waving his hands and snickering. The picture ends in a scornful flicker of contemporary newsreels superimposed on the background of two soldiers shaking hands on Armistice...
...still turns out a lengthy blank-verse narrative that seems sometimes garrulous but never silly; though his poetic fire is down to a low blue flame, it is not yet extinguished. Fed by no fiercely burning faith but well banked with the coke of agnostic irony, it may well flicker along through many another winter...
Criticism has forms that run the gamut from a brickbat to a disapproving silence, but criticism as a profession is not crowded with leaders. Thoughtful U. S. citizens, dazed by the soundless flicker of statistics, deafened by the screams of professional iconoclasts, lulled by the thin whisper of unco-highbrows, should be grateful for the reassuringly human voice of Critic Van Wyck Brooks. He is known by the minority that reads him as a sound, tonic, unacademic observer whose interest in the tall trees of literary criticism has not blinded him to the more important U. S. forest. These Three...
...along modern Ginya Boulevard, through the fine houses of the residential section, up to the base of the peaks. First to burn was the power house and out went all Hakodate's lights. Soon after the wireless station went, shutting the city off from the world. With the flicker of flames over their shoulders, crazy mobs stampeded down the dirt streets. Frantic little firemen ran toward the fire, hosed impotently. turned and ran for their lives. The wind-driven fire chased one mob toward the wharves, up to the water-edge and over into the Bay. Scores drowned...