Word: manner
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...TIME, Aug. 22, there is a letter from a teacher in Chicago, to which you have attached this caption: "Obvious Distinction," and answered in your usual admirable manner. It recalls to my mind a little incident of my girlhood, 50 years ago. A miss of 12 or 13, I was having breakfast in the house of a friend of my own age. During the course of the meal, the other girl sitting at her father's right hand, and probably pondering a Sunday-School lesson, asked quietly: "Papa, what is a concubine...
...earthquake? Seis- mographs sensitized to the slightest disturbance for thousands of miles had recorded nothing. A tidal wave? No wall of water had been visible on the surface. Many hours later a northward moving hurricane did bang that part of the Atlantic into a colossal lather, but what manner of hurricane forerunner would travel invisibly beneath the surface? A convulsive bottom current? A ponderous flotilla of mad leviathans? A freak pelagic tide-rip seething in the depths as masses of the Atlantic changed position...
...wonder what manner of gentleman Mr. Custis Knapp, U. S. A. retired, considers himself? Who is he to criticize Scout Leeds for correcting TIME in placing the Army and the Boy Scouts under the same head...
...bestir themselves to show celebrated visitors* to the rooms reserved months in advance. It is then that wretched hostelries truss up dilapidated chambers for the heedless hundreds who have arrived without provision. It is the season of the world-famed Festival, when Max Reinhardt? produces old plays in a manner always unique. The one thing visitors can be reasonably sure of in these Festivals is that they will start with a play related in some way to religion, in accordance with the ecclesiastical traditions of the town. This year, at last, it was Everyman, the morality in which...
...Manhattan, a scrawny little character scurried up Sixth Avenue, peering in a timid manner at elevated trains, passersby. On the lookout for anarchists about to bomb subway stations, Patrolman William Burns, wearing official trousers, civilian coat, as he returned to his 4 a. m. beat, gave chase. "Stop!" he bellowed, lumbering after his prey. Scared, the little man he was chasing ducked into a bystreet. "They must be after somebody," he thought. "I don't want to get hit if they start shooting." Patrolman Burns, scenting adventure, shot twice into the air to make an effect...