Word: lording
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...down at his desk last week and wrote finis to one of the longest and most momentous careers of any living Englishman. He was Herbert Henry Asquith, First Earl of Oxford and Asquith.*By a scratch of the pen he resigned as leader of the once great Liberal party. Lord Oxford and Asquith's resignation has loomed as inevitable since he and Mr. Lloyd George quarreled openly last May as to the attitude of their party (Liberal) toward the general strike (TIME, May 10 et seq). Asquithians insisted that the general strike must be crushed as a viper attacking...
Tearful Valediction. That he might say a personal farewell to his followers Lord Oxford and Asquith journeyed to address a throng of Liberals at Greenock, Scotland. Before he spoke, the audience sang "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow," and cheered throughout his dignified address...
...Earl sat down and the audience rose to sing an old Scotch song: "Will Ye No' Come Back Again?" The first verse rose clear and lilting, but at the refrain Lord Oxford and Asquith was seen to be in tears. Soon he was weeping heavily. He managed to say brokenly: "I thank you . . . I thank you from the bottom of my heart...
Sprightly Invitation. Though the rift between Asquithians and Georgians is too wide for Mr. Lloyd George to step automatically into the leadership of the party he did not neglect to bid for that post last week in a speech at Barnstaple. After referring to "that great Liberal leader, Lord Oxford, one of the most illustrious of the party's brilliant array of leaders," Mr. Lloyd George continued: "It is a crime to waste energy and enthusiasm on personal feuds...
...some, "Lord Raingo" may appear a magnificent exposition of realism. But it is a case of homeopathic remedy administered in an allopathic dose. Mr. Bennett definitely crosses the line where realism merges into tautological flatulence. Elegence of style, felicity of phrase, restraint, suggestion these prerequisites to delight in reading, all are submerged in an ocean of microcosms, and uninteresting ones at that...