Word: horning
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Many years ago the boys published the great granddad of The Gadfly." Mr. Keezer fondly recalled. "It was The Anarchist, in much the same class as the Hound and Horn, being a green paper with pictures of President Eliot. Dean Briggs and myself on the front page. The Boston Advertiser had nothing on it. Those pictures went all over the world in fact. The Anarchist and all of them haven't come back yet. It is too bad though. The Hound and Horn can't be compared to a real magazine of the good old days...
This situation the Chicago Tribune snatched at last week and brandished as a res horrenda, while it blared through the bass horn of its editorial columns: "It is a sign of mental infirmity that the pacifist opponents of the R. O. T. C. never try to relate their rhetoric to plausibility or probability, to conditions, facts or prospects or to anything resembling cause and effect. They have rancor and timidity, physical flinching, addled reasoning, suspicion, pompous illusions and gross fears, but never anything that can be laid alongside a fact or will stand a shot of common sense. Yet this...
...Anybody can spend the money somebody else has saved." Flood control, Lakes-to-Gulf and St. Lawrence waterways, the Colorado River water & power project, the Columbia Basin, the Navy, and aviation and highways to make more intimate "our relationship with the vast territory between the Rio Grande and Cape Horn in a commercial way . . . will be some of the rewards of a judicious management of the national finances...
...State for War, a post which he relinquished in 1918 to become one of the most popular Ambassadors to France that Britain has ever had. And in 1920, "tired of the limelight," he resigned. Urged to become Secretary for War once again, he refused and, instead, put on horn-rimmed spectacles and went to Ireland as Mr. Edwards...
...looked exactly like that preposterous old South African, whose picture, displayed in advertisements or in his book, is now in so many homes-Trader Horn. He had the same shiny bald head, the beard that looks as if it had been doused in foamy soapsuds, the same sad mastiff eyes. His nose was shiny and a little bulbous. His speech had a genial and sarcastic tang for the silly staring people who came to see him, his mind retained a vast curiosity and with it inevitably, a courteous and inclusive scepticism, an uncertainty, an almost universal doubt. "He habitually formed...