Word: horned
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...date, so that the information contained between the covers represents, as far as possible, a collection in permanent form of all standard subjects for tea and dinner table small talk provided by such magazines as Vanity Fair, the New Yorker, with even a touch of the Hound and Horn...
Julius Caesar and Boss Tweed ... Cleopatra and Coolidge ... Shelley and Trader Horn ... the flood of biographies comes pouring in out of the publishers' presses. Chaliapin and Bismarck ... Napoleon and His Women Friends ... Robespierre and Uncle Joe Cannon ... with every anecdote that ever murmured about them in five point type. All the state secrets the private correspondence, the family albums, the unkind word and the billet doux that was lost before it could be committed to the flames...
...airplane flew. Not a factory hummed. Not a siren shrieked, nor a whistle blew. Men neither toiled nor did they sweat. In the cities the streets were deserted, except for a privileged few. Street cars did not run, shops were closed, automobiles were garaged. From Constantinople at the Golden Horn, along the length of the Bosporus, flanked by its minarets and white domes, diurnal scene of a thousand scurrying ships, all was silent as the graveyard...
...that it "makes no attempt to amaze the reader with its culture" he is making a low bow in the direction of the stables of Pegasus. The insinuation, obviously enough is to the effect that in spite of Rockwell Kent and a highly developed aesthetic complex the Hound and Horn has yet to surpass the oldest of college publications...
...jumped clear as the sword jumped. The first cushions thrown out of the dark missed him. Then one hit him in the face, his bloody face looking towards the crowd. . . . 'Thank you,' he said. 'Thank you.' Oh, the dirty bastards. ... As he tripped on a cushion he felt the horn go into him. . . . "He looked at the bull going down slowly over on his side, then suddenly four feet in the air. . . . They carried him across the ring to the infirmary. ... To hell with this operating table. He'd been on plenty of operating tables before. He was not going...