Word: gustos
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Benny." To delighted correspondents at Shanghai, Lieutenant Commander Roy Campbell Smith, U. S. N., told last week with infectious gusto how, as Commander of the destroyer Noa, he had ordered the bombardment of Nanking (TIME, April 4) in order to save the lives of the U. S. Consul and other U. S. citizens beseiged in the city. The spectre of Commodore Dewey, and his ringing command, "You may fire when you are ready, Gridley!" kindled in the correspondents' imagination as their pencils raced to take down the words of hearty, beaming Lieutenant Commander Smith...
...very readable. They are also violent, impudent, farcical, grotesque and intellectually unscrupulous. It is impossible that writers who "go on" with the pen as they do could reliably distinguish a good book or good play from a bad one. . . . I do not wish them death. I read them with gusto. They make me laugh...
...down in one of the Greenwich Village nooks of inaccessibility; possibly because one-act plays do not sell in Manhattan; possibly, also, because the production is heavyhanded. In one play, a paralytic suddenly discovers he has the ability to strangle daughter-in-law, which he does with gusto. In another, choice Chinese diabolisms are dramatized. On the whole, there is a great deal of cruelty with a minimum of refinement...
...scorching' along past the phaetons and runabouts and sulkies and dogcarts and victorias to the mingled amusement and admiration of the people who confined their sporting activities to parchesi, crokinole, the schottische and 'Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay'?" Of course the reader remembers, with gusto. The museum trip continues. ". . . And when Michigan Avenue [the book is dedicated to Chicagoans who turned the century] was a dirt road leading south from the greasy river, past brownstone respectability to prairie pioneering in those windblown, grass-grown suburbs, Oakland, Hyde Park, the Midway? And how Chicago sprang...
...Philadelphia last week, one John B. Bolton, superintendent at John Bromley & Sons, Inc. (laces, carpets) ate his breakfast with a leisureliness that masked a new gusto while Mrs. Bolton methodically sorted soiled clothes for the electric washing machine. Both tried to act as they had regularly done all the years of their marriage. But their red-headed daughter, Eliza May, for three months bedridden with a nervous breakdown, was openly joyful. Now she could go traveling for her health, for Father had just become a millionaire...