Word: heartlessness
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...astute criminologist and innocent boy himself left little room for doubt. Meanwhile Caspar, bandied conspicuously from one guardian to another-a double-faced English lord in the pay of the court, a neurotic, lustful woman, a self-righteous bully of a pedagogue-suffered tortures of childish bafflement at the heartless stupidity of his elders. Treacherous death was actually release...
Blue laws may have had-their origin with the Puritans in Massachusetts, but it has remained for the twentieth century and the state of New Jersey to realize their full possibilities. The town of Westwood in that state has long been oppressed by a heartless law forbidding movies on Sundays. Last Sunday came the climax of a campaign for their emancipation, when Allan Meyer, who had combined the positions of Justice of the Peace and manager of the moving picture theater, took up the standard of Sunday movies and opened his theater. Haled to court and made...
...reason than to provide a culprit for the conjuring author to produce in the last. Not so for Zoe Akins, who wrote The Furies. The news arrives, it is true, in the first act, that somebody has shot John Sands. The second act is given over almost entirely to heartless catechism conducted by a district attorney. The third finds Fifi Sands imprisoned in a skyscraper apartment with the lunatic who, because he had loved Fift and was afraid to let her divorce his friend and marry another man, had killed her husband. But the thread of evidence is only...
Proponents of war, if any still dare so to style themselves, have excused the slaughter of millions on Malthusian grounds of reasoning; but not even the most heartless science can acquit humanity of guilt in the destruction of its noblest attainments. And still the nations, without even the wisdom of a burnt child, rush to heap ever higher their piles of weapons, that they know must inevitably, unless some power can stop the insane contest, fall upon them and bury them once more...
Shouts of men, screams of women, and the deep bellowing of a bull deeply wronged, enlivened, last week, the vivacious street life of downtown Madrid. Heartless butchers had wronged the bull by buying and attempting to slaughter him. With daring and originality he had escaped from the slaughter house by leaping out a low window. Now, with tail up and lashing, with head low and small eyes rolling wickedly, he purposed to charge down a street thronging with pre-dinner-time crowds. Stalked fear, reigned panic. Suddenly from the doorway of an office building emerged the great matador* Fortuna...