Word: lad
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...fortunate as his instructor who remained blissfully in bed all morning, nor as fortunate as the boy next door who staggered into Memorial Hall ten minutes late with a pajama top on his back and hatred in his heart. He was certainly more rested, however, than the lad who arrived on time, took his blue book, and then dozed at his desk for the next fifty minutes...
...Housman once said that he had to blot poetry out of his mind while shaving because the thought of a fine line made his skin bristle and stopped his razor short. Housman put most of his own skin-prickling stanzas into A Shropshire Lad ("When I was one and twenty"), published in 1896 at his own expense when he was seven and thirty. This collection of unpublished poems will halt no razors. They are shavings of another sort, poetic chips and fragments from four notebooks Housman left behind at his death in 1936, which have already been combed for previous...
...lilt their way through the favorite Housman themes of love, war, death, courage, the transient beauty of life and the ironies of loving and leaving it. As ever, Housman is chiefly the laureate of youth. (Critic Cyril Connolly once pointed out that in 63 poems, Housman used the word "lad" 67 times.) If few of the lines from the Manuscript are memorable, they are all refreshingly unobscure, and the quatrains sing...
...News raced across Spain that Dominguín had won El Gordo ("the fat one"), the $1,125,000 first prize in the nation's biggest lottery of the year. To the press, Dominguín grandly announced that a million pesetas would go to the poor orphan lad who had pulled the fat one from the ticket basket. Sentimental Spaniards were deeply touched by this generous gesture. But they were even more deeply moved next day, when it became obvious that Luis Miguel had been dreaming out loud; he had not won so much as a centimo...
...your apron strings. You make him think tennis, eat tennis, drink tennis and live for nothing else." Lew's mother, Mrs. Bonnie Hoad, who plays on the hard courts herself, chimed in: "Lew hasn't had a chance to relax since the Davis Cup last Christmas . . . A lad of that age needs more time to relax." Later Mrs. Hoad partly backed down, saying that Lew "now seems to be quite happy...