Word: heard
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...interested in this, for I have been a resident of Cayuga County all my life and I recall very vividly the interest which Dugdale's book aroused when published in 1884. I have never heard this county spoken of as the home of the Jukes, and I have looked in vain through my copy of the book for a verification of your statement; so I should like very much to know your authority...
Some months ago, James Calisch's landlady heard her lodger in an altercation with young Silberstein. "You're a nut!" ejaculated the older man. "What reasons have you for making such a statement?" demanded the youth, with the pedantic inflection of an adolescent philosopher. "Well," began Mr. Calisch, patient once more, "in the first place-" They had been arguing about a newly-published book on Sigmund Freud. Mr. Calisch had genially called psychoanalysis "rot." Neurotic young Emanuel was furious; he took Freud as glorious gospel. After the quarrel, Mr. Calisch, annoyed by his voluble visitor, told the landlady...
...awoke echoes; the very names were pregnant as the curtain of an opera house with musical memories. One. thought of Puccini dying alone in a Brussels hotel while Bohéme was being played in Manhattan and a critic there was writing, "Wherever a fiddle scrapes, his songs are heard. . . ." Of Maestro Fortune Gallo shouting, "I tell you my name is Fortune. . . . I tell you opera will pay. . . ." Of Signer Serafin imposing his electricity on the wavering scores of Metropolitan experiments. ... Of Toscanini throwing down his cello in the Opera House in Rio de Janeiro one night...
...downslope of the mountain and started creeping on his three good members, with a limp thing dragging over the windfalls. At clearings he would pull himself erect and hop along from tree to bush, every jolt costing him a groan. At seven o'clock by his watch he heard automobiles, and two hours later he came to a field's edge. Occasionally a car went by, but smashed jaws cannot shout...
...children. Last week it was Clemington Corson who rowed a dory across the English Channel in the van of his wife, who chatted with her in grey hours of the early morn ing, who fed her two pints of hot chocolate, four lumps of sugar, six crackers. He heard cheerleader Louis Timson's booming bass notes canter over the waves: "Oh, Millie! Oh, Millie! How you can swim!" He saw his wife almost go under in the backwash of the Amsterdam steamer Ulysses; he saw a gleam ing porpoise turn over, 20 yards from the mother...