Word: forgetfulness
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Smith seems to forget that their is a definite ideal of scholarship which is not yet nullified by a "modern world" or new conditions. Whatever may be said of their practical use, Latin and Greek form the cultural and literary background of much of our present world. Furthermore there is a certain toughening of the intellectual fibre which is the basis of learning to think, only to be gained in the drill work of the school. It is easy to advocate the discarding of all these subjects as deadwood; to make instruction entirely a matter of practical arts that...
Come, now son, forget it! You are a man, and you have proved it. It takes a man to admit he is wrong. Good lands, son, all of us are wrong now and then; all of us make fools of ourselves and want to go put our heads in buckets...
...three men enter the portal. One is elderly, white, and bent with age, one is a man in his fifties, the third is an undergraduate with crew haircut. The first recalls the momentous occasion when the walls were dedicated. Another had many happy times here that he will never forget, but the last is barely interested. He is almost late for a class, and what does this place mean anyhow? To the first two of these men these old walls form the sanctum sanctorum of their college memories. They will continue to make their annual pilgrimages as long...
...which the same man will have should he become an editor. Besides acquiring a very definite interest of his own in college life, an editor has the opportunity of making many friends among the members of the different boards and enjoying the various dances and punches. Nor should we forget his opportunity of eventually becoming one of the important officers of the paper. Moreover, the more attaining of an editorship often leads to other unforseen and unexpected advantages...
...Swearing revenge, the renovated Professor escapes from prison. One is not sure of the method, but there is a tumult of sirens, of whistles, of confused turnkeys slithering over smooth cement floors, of dead ones breathing heartily, hanging stiffly on steel staircases, & splendid tumult to make audiences forgive and forget. The rest is too much. There is a conglomeration of leers pineapples, cockney, forgeries, subway tunnels into bank vaults, of everything in fact as far from characteristically London as Hollywood could contrive...