Word: homespuns
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...years, the stripling Hamlet has followed Rossetti's advice to study painting. Among his comrades at the Royal Academy is a shy, ruddy-faced youth in rough homespun and thick boots. This man's eyes can "snap and sparkle . . . beam with sympathy." His laugh is infectious. He has just written a book and asks the stripling (Johnston Forbes-Robertson) to take it to his journalist-father for criticism. The book is Erewhon; the shy man, Samuel Butler...
...countries were passing. In the writing, there was a rich personal flavor, informal yet dignified, unhurried but never verbose. Each issue was a monolog by an unprejudiced ruminative man who was as likely to weave into his discourse some bright strand of slang as some fibrous or silken or homespun thread from Montaigne, La Rochefoucauld, Mark Rutherford, Andrew Marvell...
...LOST SPEECH OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN-Honore Willsie Morrow- Stokes ($1.00). When homespun Lawyer Lincoln arose at Bloomington, Ill., in May, 1856, to breathe life into an inert body that some editors and politicians had created and hoped to call the Republican Party, he uttered not two score words before his hearers- all the stenographers and reporters present included-lost control over head, heart and hand. When he had done and the Party lived, the stenographers and reporters shudderingly discovered that they had let mighty-worded history fly out of the window. The Morrow version of that event, which aims...
...lated himself from men and affairs, rode about his plantation, distracted his loneliness with the pursuits that became a gentleman-drinking, dicing, riding. Sometimes he talked politics. Citizen Genet was rebuked; the country expanded westward; John Adams was elected President; Jefferson, with his large affectation of the homespun, became a power in the land. By degrees Bale became concious that he, always a staunch Federalist, was owning loyalty to a party discredited. He affixed to his hat the black cockade of his ances tors, and broke his riding-whip over the head of any man who looked askance...
...southern English hills, but he announces on Page One of his account of it that: "We must expect no high excitement. I cannot 'boast even of so much as a footpad; nor shall we meet a single Duke whom we may later hand about the hearth among our homespun neighbors and say thus he spoke and thus we answered." But in spite of all this, or very likely because of it, he has transcribed an altogether delightful account of this picturesque ramble. He insists, through blithe pages sprinkled with woodcuts and quiet humor, on sharing with his reader everything...