Word: manly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Church of the Heavenly Rest, one of Manhattan's newest, most expensive churches. The subject was not money but the "mystical element in the Christian faith." Pension Expert Sayre was the only lay speaker. He talked not on dollar-getting, but on "Mysticism to a Business Man." More and better preaching was what Mr. Sayre wanted. Parsons had propounded too much politics and social uplift, not enough mysticism, he said. What the workingman needed was an awareness of God. Said he: "If you try to talk Christianity to industrial workers they simply deny it or talk about something else...
...brilliant things a journalist may write none will be remembered permanently. Although I have had some success in journalism. I agree with the verdict my friend, John Morley,* rendered when he spoke of me as having had a squandered life." Twinkling, he added: "Any man is a damned fool who can work in bed and doesn...
Editor Crowell had been faithful to his post. Man and boy, writer and editor, he had labored for the American since he was 27. He is now 40. The War, temporarily interrupting his journalistic orbit, took him as a second lieutenant, left him a major. Carroty-haired down-Easter (from North Newport, Me.), no dilettante, no pedant, he admired teamwork, organization bankers...
...oval, fat, wingless and rich brown. He has piercing suctorial mouth-parts. The bedbug of Europe and U. S. is cimex lectularius; his more obese cousin, cimex rotundatus, infests the Orient. It is at night that he marauds, hiding in crevices in daytime. He confines his activities to man, whose blood he sucks, upon whose body he makes his permanent home. Among the bedbug's relations is the singing cicada, who lives on plants and, sucking, makes merry music. Unrelated is the louse but often cooperate. As the bedbug prefers an uncleanly environment, he is taboo as a subject...
...Write the name of the man you suspect on this dotted line," said the desk sergeant. Puzzled by the interpreter's translation, Petros wrote his own name, went home. There a police officer met him, took him to jail, locked him up for the night...