Word: glows
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...letters in any department are no longer colonial to Britishers, with the possible exceptions of detective stories and letters-to-the-Times. But while a glaring U. S. dawn silhouets many a crude indigenous growth, England's politely setting sun bathes her literary garden in a relatively classic glow. English readers dislike and distrust such experimenters as James Joyce and David Herbert Lawrence. And many a U. S. reader, Tory if no longer colonial, shares the British dread of untrimmed edges, prefers the clipped formality of more traditional writers. For such tastes Authoresses Rosamond Lehmann, Margaret Kennedy and Victoria...
...course of his years the Vagabond has watched three cousins and two dear friends move gracefully into the garish light of the Somerset or into the dimmer glow of the Chilton Club. He has helped compose letters to enable girls to enter the Junior League, he has sat through innumerable suppers of scrambled eggs and sausages, he has worn many white ties, and seen countless suns rise slowly out of the district men call Back Bay. He has even, in the rush of his youth sat through one entire Vincent Show--later, in the dignity of his age, he departed...
...home town of Mil ford stepped forth to praise the aspirant's piety and generosity. Then other independent office-seekers spoke. Then John Brinkley, preceded by his wife and accompanied by his son "Johnny Boy," made his way to the rostrum. Lights were lowered. Only one bright glow overhead illuminated the soft straw hat, the linen suit, the medical goatee of Candidate Brinkley as he took a seat before his loudspeaker and, widely gesturing, began his speech. The Brinkley platform: free school books, cheaper automobile licenses. The Brinkley pledge: that if he gets in office the State is bound...
...company with his friends the cows and the pigs and the little birds the Vagabond devoted himself entirely to thinking beautiful thoughts which he did regularly before breakfast with the most beneficial results. The rest of the day he spent wrapped in the warm glow which only a beautiful thought well digested is capable of lending one. Thus with his armory of old saws refurbished and his mind cleared of all the dreary troubles which had harassed his past the Vagabond is prepared to resume the apostolic robes which he had left behind...
...songs. Women carried babies in their arms. Huts and lean-tos were set afire, partly by the departing veterans, partly by the soldiers. By midnight Bonus City, once the home of 10,000 jobless hungry men & women, was a field of roaring bonfires. President Hoover could see its fiery glow on the Eastern sky from his White House window. At dawn the place was a charred & blackened ruin. The B. E. F. was gone. Not a shot had been fired by the victorious Army...