Word: forgottenness
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Olympus. Forgotten Homeric deities may well have laughed as the militant and ungracious Dictator of Greece, General Pangalos, assumed the style of a respectful cavalier and escorted Lady Austen Chamberlain, ever tactful wife of the British Foreign Secretary, up the slopes of Mount Olympus...
...fair alma mater has taken to playing favorites. This is especially true of the younger alumni to whom the dollar seems more than a curiously designed symbol. And unfortunately so, for theirs is the greatest enthusiasm, and theirs will be the greatest disappointment. And it is not to be forgotten that in their hands lies the future support of our Universities. W.B. Darling...
...maybe! Mr. Dreiser, laborious hind of realism, was disgusted by the sickly romantic breed of best sellers. "Mein Gott!" he belched. (This was way back before Prohibition.) "I shall write a book--oh, such a book." He has. It gripes the romanticists, it wearies the amoral. Mr. Dreiser has forgotten nothing; he has taken a "weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable" hero (the big gun, Willie Shakspere spouted all those adjectives) and put him through hours and hours of representative paces...
Leaving aside the defects of Mr. Merritt's power as a conjurer, the reader who is in search of an antidote to the present school of literary photography will doubtless enjoy "The Ship of Ish, tar." It is an adventurous glimpse at at a forgotten civilization which the author has convincingly re-created. There are to be sure, dull parts in the story, and at times the narrator loses himself and his reader in a labyrinth of suggestive but unintelligible passages. A glance at the jacket, however, is reassuring. There is no mention of subtle satire or of involved philosophical...
...point to the Marine post. And in some rustic hamlet some fonders and say to her son--"My boy, join the Marines and keep your morale clean." And in the vigor of his hypocrisy some preacher can halo another saint. For America in the glory of legalized morality has forgotten the spiritual depths as well as the heights which must be the experience of man. The rigors of reality cannot exist--they must be diluted by the discretion of Smedley Butlers, good men, indeed but never saints. For as has been recently stated not far from Harvard Yard...