Word: manly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Catholic, is at his best in explaining the relationship between church and people. Under James I, he says, the persecution of Catholicism in Ireland began to make the priest a personification of nationalist resistance to England. This was intensified by such acts as Cromwell's edict that "any man who wanted to earn ?5 need but produce the head of a wolf or of a priest, it did not matter which." Hence, says O'Faolain, the attachment of the people to the clergy...
...answers, and doesn't much care. In Borgia Testament, which pretends to be an "autobiography" written by Cesare shortly before his death, Novelist Balchin is mainly interested in trotting out a brand-new explanation of Cesare's willful ways. In Balchin's view, Cesare was a man of vision, born before his time, who hoped to do what Garibaldi finally accomplished-unite all Italy...
Author Balchin seems to find it sad that such an enterprising young man should have been thwarted in his precocious effort to create a unified Italy. Most readers, while enjoying the suavity of the Balchin tour de force, will still feel that Cesare was a lot blacker than Author Balchin's whitewash suggests...
Bread & Poems. Black Bart was not the first man to snatch a Wells Fargo treasure box,* but he was far & away the most dashing. Wearing a flour sack with cutout eyeholes over his head and a long linen duster, he pulled his first job one sun-baked day in July by stepping out from behind a rock on a Calaveras County road and waving a sawed-off shotgun at Billy Hodges' stagecoach. "If they dare to shoot, give them a solid volley, boys," Black Bart shouted toward the rocks alongside the road. Driver Hodges, able to see half...
Nuggets & Dust. Finally Black Bart slipped up. Hurrying away from a stage robbery near Sonora in 1883, he dropped a handkerchief bearing the mark of a San Francisco laundry. That was all his pursuers needed to track him down. He turned out to be a 55-year-old man who lived in quiet "retirement" and often ate his lunch at a Kearney Street bakery. His name: Charley Bolton...