Word: glows
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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After the next war, let's hope the conquerors will practice the lessons of the last. Imagine the silliness of it anyway, when you've just beaten a homicidal maniac who hates you, letting him loose to find a new blunderbuss. Any man with the brains God gave the glow-worm would know enough to disarm him completely, throw him naked into a jail, and keep a close watch on the implements coming to him with his necessaries of life...
Rockefeller Center, employing hundreds of elevator boys, had no labor trouble at all during the recent strikes. Naturally any man with the brain-power of a glow-worm, with the heart of a dead beetle, or with te liberalism of a hard- shelled clam, will want to know the reason for the servile degeneracy of the Center masses. Have they upside-down stomachs, weak knees, brains like boiled cauliflowers, or no guts at all? Or perhaps the trouble is not physical, but moral and spiritual...
...TIME on what, to my knowledge, was the most intelligently written article on swing music to appear in a lay publication. . . . Greater stress might have been attached to the emotional appeal of swing music. Swing fans, when listening to real swing music, work up a sort of satisfied glow that in especially meaningful passages reaches a climax of nerve stimulation-a "kick.". . . CHARLIE EMGE...
...high spot in any music season is a song recital by Soprano Lotte Lehmann, who makes a program glow with her abundance of feeling, her richness of voice. After a memorable Manhattan concert Mme Lehmann began a tour last week which will take her to the Pacific Coast. Coincidentally, an album of phonograph records was issued to represent a complete Lehmann recital with songs by Mozart, Schubert, Schumann, Brahms and Hugo Wolf.* Collectors pounced on it because, mechanically, it was outstanding; vocally, Lehmann was at her best, an eloquent interpreter of a dozen different moods...
Last month Dr. von Grosse asked to have the world supply of protoactinium back for a while so that he could make more photographs. He took it into a darkroom illuminated only by the red glow of a photographic lantern, arranged his microscope and camera. In shaping the tungsten thread to which the protoactinium clung, he was a little too rough. The delicate element crumbled to invisible dust...