Word: fulle
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...like most young Frenchmen, had read the tales of Edgar Allen Poe. But the police said no to both hypotheses. What had happened was quite simple, they said. Raoul La Chapelle had dressed for the feête, had climbed up on the stool to see himself full length in the glass. Standing so, he had taken hold of the grips, connected to elastic cords, on which he did his daily exercises. He was a great one for physical culture, was he not? Well, and then he slipped off the stool, and the rope had caught in the pulley...
...able, though faithful rather to human anatomy than to the technique of the trades he depicted, as when he made an electric driller bend sidewise, for the sake of an esthetic curve, above his drill, instead of holding the drill in front of him where it could get the full thrust of his body. Better even than the workmen, admirers of Mr. Kalish liked his Christ, a taut figure in grave clothes...
...classical selections in "Copey's" anthology there is, of course, a great plenitude. The grief of Achilles over the body of Patroclus; the death of Socrates; "Hark! Hark! the Lark" and "Full Fathom Five"; "Lycidas"; "To Althea from Prison"; Gulliver and the Lilliputians; Tristram and the Ass; the Pibroch of Donuil Dhu; "The Rime of the Ancient Mari-er" and "Kubla Khan"; Lamb's "Gentle Giantess"; Edward John Trelawny on how they burned Shelley's body; a great deal of Keats; more Tennyson; still more Thackeray and Browning and more Dickens than anyone...
...great lovers. It jumped its price from two cents to three. And last week the World came down again to two cents. It made gestures appropriate to show that it was in no way cheapening itself. It adopted a policy, new for the World, of advertising itself with full pages in other newspapers. It put its best foot far forward, extolling what is unquestionably "the best written feature page in American journalism," the World's famed "opp.ed." (opposite editorial) page, where Franklin Pierce Adams like a bandar-log and Heywood Broun like St. Simeon Stylites ruminate at the foot...
...bartending. Before he was 21 he had reigned over a prodigious expanse of dazzling brass and mahogany in the Palmer House, right there in Chicago. Ask anyone. Then the Windsor out in Denver had sent for him and he was doing pretty good out there, selling cigar boxes full of shiny mineral specimens on the side. Denver was a red hot town for someone with some money to make a lot more in. A growing town, a wideopen town, an ignorant town. Now if only?...