Word: insulting
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...abdication as German Emperor and King of Prussia. For three days the Kaiser refused to see the Baron. Finally, as von Maltzan was about to depart, he encountered the All Highest, clad in the field grey uniform of a marshal, in a corridor of the castle. Said the Kaiser, insult ingly: "You too belong to the rascals of the Foreign Office who cheated and lied to me throughout my reign." Replied Baron von Maltzan: "I beg pardon, but as far as I am concerned I do not deserve this reproach. May I respectfully remind you of the observations I made...
...SPORT department this description of bowling on the green! [TIME, Aug. 29.] Bowling on the green !! Who called that a sport anyhow ? It sounds like old ladies' stuff to me, rolling little balls on the ground and not even socking anything with them! And then you have to insult all the decent men who, like myself, think real bowling is not only good exercise but good he-man sport: "bowling or tenpins, playe 1 now in indoor alleys by barflies and roustabouts." I don't claim to be any dude but I am no barfly and I BOWL...
...insult to the distinguished memories of two great men to publish the fact that Edward Holton James of Boston is their nephew [TIME, Aug. 22]. Imagine philosophical William James parading the streets to pervert justice for a Bolshevist fishmonger and a Bolshevist ditchdigger, both of them murderers, both of them anarchists ! Imagine gentle Henry James, that master of manners and nicety, bawling out disorderly epithets at policemen, judges and governors! I say it is a sin against a fine tradition for newspapers and for TIME to harp on the fact that this rowdy roisterer, this half-baked "intellectual," this "radical...
...easily the equivalent of any crime they might have committed against society. Society, through its legal machinery in Massachusetts, had started to bare the skins of Prisoners Sacco, Vanzetti and Madeiros for the touch of Death and then, with a reprieve of which the melodrama was a cheap insult to whatever dignity human life may have, virtually mumbled: ". . . Live on for twelve days longer. Our mind is not quite made...
Thieves, beggars, lunatics, gutter-rats, detesting a deity whose magnificence had seemed an insult added to the injury of their creation, were not averse to a more probable image of their maker. Thus the mad leper sat in Koili-kuntla while thugs prowled about the streets to procure him food and apparel. After two of these thugs robbed and battered a citizen, the police arrested them. Then, kindled with the desire to assert his divinity, surrounded by his riff-raff apostles, the mad leper went last week to storm the jail. Bullets, he said, would fall from him as softly...