Word: heaven
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Sublime Emperor faced another assault by Japan's big navy jingoes. Some 60 officers of the Imperial fleet, all potent sea dogs with the rank of captain or higher, had just laid reverently but firmly before the Throne a petition dangerous as dynamite. They asked the Son of Heaven to tear up in his infinite wisdom the chief naval treaties to which Japan is a party and to demand naval equality for her with the U. S. and Great Britain. Though addressed to His Majesty, the sea dogs' demands were really aimed at the Premier, a sea dog himself. Admiral...
...lowly potato, milk the noble cow, and feed the treacherous pig. Let our men best their walking sticks into ploughshares, and let our women turn in their card tables for threshing machines. Let us open our shirts at the throat and sing as the cool winds of Heaven caress our hot foreheads. Back to the soil! Live as our forefathers did! Wrest a living from the land! Such action is our only hope of salvation, our only means of procuring peace, indeed after a little of such action most of us will find ourselves not only back to the soil...
...scarcely a native Manchukuan to be seen. Far down the track a whistle shrieked. The Japanese crowd went wild. Puffing great clouds of smoke, a train of the Japanese South Manchuria Railway drew in, bearing Japan's popular, mountain-climbing Prince Chichibu, eldest brother of the Son of Heaven...
...five passed into their second week and approached full term condition, their chances for life became surer. All cried lustily, a good sign. Whispered the mother of the phenomenon, as her swollen legs subsided: ". . . Suis contente. ... If they die, they will go to Heaven, and next year perhaps, we will have another." In the next room waited lactating neighbors to give drachms of their superabundant milk to the quintuplets...
...dichotomy in our national personality. Thus we have "highbrows" and "lowbrows," the former devoting themselves to a sterile, abstract kind of spirituality which has no roots in the reality of our life, and the latter running out their years in ceaseless, pointless activity, unaware that above them hangs a heaven of blue...