Word: latinizing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Following the colorful academic procession, the meeting was called to order by the Sheriff of Middlesex Country. Dean Sperry delivered the Invocation; Professor E. K. Rand, the Latin Oration; John Masefield, the Ode; and Professor Samuel Eliot Morison, an address on the founding of Harvard. Governor Curley extended the greetings of Massachusetts...
TERCENTENARY CEREMONIES. Including an Address of Welcome by Professor Edward Kennard Rand, Latin Orator; a formal recital of the acts constituting the founding of Harvard College by the Tercentenary Historian, Professor Samuel Eliot Morison; an Address from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts; the Tercentenary Oration by President James Bryant Conant; and the conferring of Honorary Degrees upon a large number of Distinguished Scholars from many nations. Music will be furnished by 200 Graduates and Undergraduates under the direction of the Tercentenary Chorister, Professor Archibald Thompson Davison...
...long ago in the land of my nativity I happened to pick up a translation of the Psalms. The Psalms done from the original Hebrew in a quite pleasing Latin version. The translation was the work of a completely unknown Dutch dominie, the usual Calvinistic medicine-men of the sixteen hundred and seventies. There really was no excuse for my getting the little book except that I like to read well-flowing Latin poetry. I could of course understand only half of everything I read. But I am after the metre...
Arises the question how do you acquire an even flow of language? Well I have discovered a very convenient pons assinorum. My little "donkey-bridge" is provided by Messrs. Corneille, Racine Petrarch or any of the minor Latin poets. Read them with all their umtadee-umtadee-um for about five minutes before you go on the air and you will be astonished at the results...
...therefore bought my Latin Psalms for the sake of N. B. C. and then one evening while listening to the usual rodomontado of my excellent Alois Havrilla (who still loves me though he had been obliged to repeat the same nonsense about my superior qualifications for years and years and years) I idly looked at the back page of my Psalms--which was of course the front page as this was supposed to be a book of Hebrew--and I was so surprised that the production man had to wave wildly from the control room to make me realize that...