Word: joying
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Joy. All over the country little knots of pressmen guardedly voiced their secret glee at what they considered a body blow to the Administration's "spokesman" system. Famed Washington correspondent Frank R. Kent of the Baltimore Sini, who has consistently twitted Mr. Coolidge on one ground or another ever since he appeared at Washington as Vice President, was openly delighted last week. He gloated: "Mr. Kellogg had a nervous fit. There was perturbation in the Coolidge circle. The trouble was they had been thinking in terms of domestic publicity, not world publicity. What they got was world publicity...
...little bitterness, the House of Representatives chose* a President of the U. S. It passed over a western general by the name of Jackson and pointed its finger at a gentleman from Massachusetts. On March 4, 1825, there was an old man in his 90th year who had great joy in his heart. He had been retired for 24 years but in his time he had had a career?been Ambassador to Holland and England, been Vice President of the U. S., yes, and President. But March 4, 1825, was a greater day than March...
...first American ever to see his son become President of the U. S. And John Adams was glad. It is averred that like joy never entered into a father's heart until March 4, 1921, when Doctor Harding of Marion, Ohio, saw his son Warren made President...
...conception that they did not want to master a subject but could, by attendance marks and penalties, be made to do so. Now the cheerful fact is, that as soon as good leadership is provided, the students show a keenness for work, an intellectual curiosity, and a joy in exercising their brains. Forty-two percent of the Junior and Senior classes at Harvard are "candidates for distinction," that is, they are trying for honors under a tutorial system in preference to trying merely to pass under the old system. At present both go along side by side...
...onto a tee of his course at Ormond Beach, Fla., selected a driver, and chatted for a few moments with a lady. Then he stooped, bowed his head, and struck. The white ball flew 156 yards to the green, bounded exuberantly toward the cup. Mr. Rockefeller shouted for joy. He traversed at a brisk trot the distance that separated him from his putt. The ball, once more obedient, hung on the lip of the cup. He tapped it in for a par 3, cut a caper...