Word: lessons
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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When a girl starts to learn golf in England the professional who gives her her first lesson usually begins by showing her some photographs of Joyce Wethered. Putting, chipping, driving. Miss Wethered's supple shadow has thus come to dominate women's golf abroad and, to a large extent, in the U. S. Since Miss Wethered seldom bothers to play in tournaments any more, the British Women's National played without her last week at Broadstone was little more than a series of illustrations of how well or badly England's golfstresses had mastered their copybook...
Here, the instructors hand out a long lesson and the Plebe must teach himself, for when he gets to class he is expected more to recite and less to be instructed. More than three-fourths of classroom work is recitation. This requires a new method of study. That is what makes Plebe year so hard, not the number of subjects but the acquiring of the new way of learning. The main cause of men failing in a course is because they have not learned how to study...
...Oxford and Harvard. They knew he was a captain in the War, cited for bravery. They knew he was 36 years old. What they did not realize was that like any true southerner Mr. Blackshear believes Negro and white civilization can at the best be parallel, never equal. This lesson he taught them dramatically at a Sunday service...
...Chief of the U. V. C., in the first official communication ever sent by his organization to the G. A. R., had warmly acquiesced. Octogenarian John Reese of Broken Bow, Neb., Commander-in-Chief of the G. A. R., exclaimed to his comrades: "It would provide a noble lesson for our children, who after all, will soon govern our nation...
...Story. Gučret was a huge stoop-shouldered young man, his full and sallow face had a fleshy nose, thick lips, grey eyes, a blighted look. He worked as tutor to small André Grosgeorge. Once Madame Grosgeorge surprised the two in the garish lesson-room when André was stumbling over his history. Gučret heard the softness in her voice as she called her son: "Come closer. . . . Raise your head and look at me." Then, clenching her teeth, she struck the boy suddenly across the face and with sadistic greed in her black eyes, watched the red mark fade. Horrified...