Word: fountains
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...forgotten that Keats died in Rome. It was only by accident last night while lingering in the Piazza Di Spagna--the center of life of the old Papal Rome--that my eye wandered from the beautiful fountain of the "Baracaccia" to an inscription in Italian and English on the side of an old red building saying that here in 1822 the young English poet died...
...spent an hour or so in Keats' room (which is next to Severn's). On the one side it overlooks the majestic staircase of the "Trinita Dei Monti" and on the other the Piazza and the Fountain. Immediately below is a charming outdoor flower nook owned by a jolly old Italian and you can call from Keat's window and he will bring you up a rose; and if he likes you he may give you one for "the Signore" free. Without superstition I think nowhere in Rome have I seen flowers so fresh and so seemingly content...
...public outburst of moral indignation that New York has witnessed in many a moon,--perhaps not even since the mass closing of saloons at the start of the prohibition era,--Commissioner Moss terminated the licenses of seventeen burlesque houses last Saturday. Thus, by withholding a flick of the official fountain pen, the metropolis' commissar of theatrical productions has arbitrarily put to end one of the least desirable phases of the glorification of the American Girl, and incidentally to the jobs of about six hundred more or less honest hangers-on in the profession. The death sentence which Mr. Moss meted...
There in the bright sunshine loomed a simple fountain swathed in a Union Jack -a memorial to George V given by the inhabitants of England's Windsor and Canada's Windsor. Standing by it with bared head the King gave his address, an essay in modesty and propriety. Gist: "To me personally the memory of my father will always bring the inspiration of a high example." A cord was jerked, the Union Jack fluttered away, a cascade of water sprang from the fountain, a band blared the national anthem...
...remained a Spring ever since, and the inhabitants have erected a Fountain in her honor which seems to please the little lady: for all day long she sings a pretty little Spring song and goes visiting and chattering with the many flowers about her. Some say the flowers are her children and, every time one kneels to kiss her, new flowers come up. But no one really knows. Yet it is quite possible, for there are many different flowers there: Roses, Honeysuckles, Water Lilies; yes, and poison Ivy--perhaps for the tyrant Dionysius--and a catcus plant...