Word: life
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...word 'Protestant' from its title and called itself what it really is: 'The Catholic Church'-Anglo-Catholic in England and American-Catholic in America? Then no Protestant minister would expect to be asked to share in officiating at its altars. He cannot, for the life of him, see why this act should be refused while the Episcopal Church calls itself Protestant...
...would forbid their marriage, arrest Luisa and her doting father. But Rodolfo, Hamletwise, knows of the murder which won his father his titles and his wealth, threatens him with exposure. Intriguer Wurm then intervenes. To get Luisa for himself, he kidnaps her father, tells her that to save his life she must sign a paper denying her love for Rodolfo. She complies. The paper reaches Rodolfo and he, grief-crazed, seeks her in her cottage. Together they drink poison from a glass of lemonade, sing loudly of their love despite most awful agony...
Homer nodded; Shakespeare gave Bohemia a seacoast; Michelangelo painted Adam with a navel. Last week the august New York Times slipped and fell. Readers of the Times read a pathetic story about a deer, frightened, running for its life through the streets of Brooklyn. Circumstantial was the Times reporter. Said he: "The wanderer was not a large deer, as deer go. It had a manner that plainly showed it expected very little from life", According to the Times, the deer was small, had no antlers. The story spoke of children and Santa Claus. The deer's fate was tragic...
Wealthy collectors of art are usually old men who, upon retiring from business, find little to do. In Washington, D. C., there is, however, a young man who is devoting his life to picture collecting and propaganda. He is Duncan Phillips, tall, slender son of the late Major D. Clinch Phillips, Pittsburgh manufacturer (glass). For eleven years young Phillips has been owner of a one-man museum of modern...
...There is nothing esoteric and beyond the comprehension of the average man in that incessant spiritual activity, almost as old as the human species, which we call art. . . . The machine age promises to provide more and more opportunity for leisure. Those who tire of the accelerated pace of modern life and the furious tempo of its entertainments may turn to the fine arts for a cultivation of their vacant time. In such a belief I am striving year after year to interpret to people, distracted by . . . worthless diversions, not only the artist's point of view, collectively...