Word: forgottenness
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...worst of it was that the whole state of Indiana was populous with onetime friends who were leaving him to rot forgotten. Jobholders whose jobs he had secured for them, officials whose offices had come from his bounty-they ignored him now. Back in the fall of 1926 he had threatened to expose some of the less lovely incidents of Indiana statesmanship, had received word that if he kept quiet until after the election he would be "taken care of." He had kept quiet, but his reticence had not been rewarded. In June he had protested against the treatment...
...that some of the criticisms of TIME have been justified. This is a direct affront to our "Heroes of the Air." The mention of this ill-famed slacker is bad enough but the space the cut uses would have been well left blank. It may be that TIME has forgotten America's part in those hectic days of '17 and '18 as has also "one" Cyril D. H. G. Dillington-Dowse [TIME, June 181. I cannot salute you, TIME, unless the future can show a more judicious selection of news and cuts for your pages...
Composer Emmett never regarded "Dixie" as his ablest creation. He personally liked better his now-forgotten "Old Dan Tucker." Emmett, runaway son of a blacksmith, sang and banjoed in the country's earliest traveling minstrel quartets, barnstorming from hall to hall with striped calico shirts, ruffled sleeves, flaring collars. One Saturday night, on tour, his minstrel leader asked him to compose a new "walk around" (stage march) for use the next day. Emmett frowned at the hurry order, went to his hotel, rummaged out of his trunk the rough draft of a tune he had thought up some years...
...original draft Minstrel Emmett put a few new touches, rhymed "cotton" and "forgotten," changed the tempo, handed his chief what he felt was a botched job. But next evening, the audience swayed to the new tune, caught the words easily, especially the "hoorays." It was one of those songs that people sing leaving the theatre. Soon the whole country sang it, echoing it into the end of last week...
...hour later I saw land. I have forgotten just what time it was. It must have been shortly after 4 o'clock. It was rocky land and all my study told me it was Ireland. And it was Ireland...