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...Irish Protestants, in the most Catholic of nations, a minority man from the start. He was a wretched schoolchild, slow to read, timorous, bullied. But he learned from his grandparents the grand patriarchal images which never left him, and from poor relations and kitchen servants the supernatural and prehistoric lore which was both to illumine and befuddle his poetry; and he learned from his magnificent father the lesson which an artist must learn: "Self-interest and self-preservation are the death of poetry...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: 1865-1939 | 2/8/1943 | See Source »

...replied that if Grynwich thought he could do any better himself, he should come in and try. Grynwich marched to the station. Last week the Sunday Symphony Hour went off without a hitch. The slow, deliberate, fairly rich voice of the announcer, who was very right about his musical lore, belonged to Announcer William (Grynwich) Grayson...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Radio: WINX's Grynwich | 1/4/1943 | See Source »

There was still superstition in the surgeon's lore. "We were taught that a northeast wind was provocative of erysipelas...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Not So Long Ago | 12/7/1942 | See Source »

...little man may not have thought of that line yet, but it is a good one. In recent years the superiority of the New York Yankees has been one of the firmest beliefs in American thought. People had faith in the Yankees as they had faith in their folk lore: Joe DiMaggio's bat was the modern equivalent of Paul Bunyan's axe, Joe McCarthy in the Stadium was like U. S. Grant was Vicksburg. Now the idol has fallen, and millions have become cynical. If the Yankees can lose, what can you believe...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: It Has Happened Here | 10/6/1942 | See Source »

When a Sweet Swing devotee tries to struggle out of the ooze and goo that is Lombardo, and investigate this thing called jazz, he is generally licked from the start. He is seized upon by friends steeped in jazz lore and subjected to Gutbucket Gus and his Dixieland Breakdowners. Appalled by the seemingly mad confusion of growl trumpets and crisscrossing trombones, he yields himself again to the blandishments of the Kysers and the Kayes, who, if cloying, are at least comprehensible...

Author: By Hallowell Bowser, | Title: Swing | 10/6/1942 | See Source »

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