Word: jestingly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...money and an organization made up mainly of William Edgar Borah. One eager volunteer came around early in the campaign: snaggle-toothed Representative J. Hamilton Fish of New York. No candidate's dream of the ideal political ally is "Ham" Fish, the butt of many a Congressional jest, the ardent runner-down-of-Reds. The statesman from Idaho warily shook Mr. Fish's large, aristocratic hand, accepted his services but offered him no official campaign post...
...these for four years. They are the most remarkable socks you can get. . . . These really are jolly good! British buyers should try out new things. I always do myself." John Dickinson & Co., makers of paper shirt fronts for waiters known as "Dickinson's Dickeys," were favored with a jest by Edward VIII: "Splendid! But will they wash...
...since 1900. They recall the prudery of the early 1900s, which "labored with a quiet stubbornness to restrict every character in magazine fiction to possessing, corporeally, just hands, feet, and a face." In 1915 they record that Sinclair Lowis, then reading for Doran Co., rejected "The Cream of the Jest", "because the general public simply cannot be induced to buy novels about unattractive and ignoble people." They comment in passing upon the era of the twenties, when "we writing persons, upon both sides, fought out, in our books, our magazines, and our newspapers, a fine, rough-and-tumble game which...
...Reason. Although Santayana himself had declared that he was no poet, comparing himself to Don Quixote, the Spanish-American War aroused him to "the Dionysiac frenzy and impassioned tenderness" that he considered essential for true poetry. When the Spanish Fleet at Santiago was destroyed; Admiral Sampson made the "boorish jest" of calling the victory a Fourth of July present to the U. S. people. Santayana wrote Spain in America as an answer. The poem is a lament for Spain's "sadness and dishonor," a moving and eloquent cry for a marriage of the two cultures, the spirits...
Europe's "honest broker," French Premier Pierre Laval, achieved one of the outstanding triumphs of post-War diplomacy last week, and a Gallic jest. After enjoying a repast in one of Paris' best restaurants and paying like the very devil for it, with 10% "for service" on top, M. Laval was approached by the fawning Patron who murmured, "Perhaps M. le Président would pen a precious thought in our Golden Book...