Word: masefield
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Thus did Poet Laureate John Masefield, like an old mastiff stretched out by the fire and too tired to do more than thump his tail, welcome the royal newcomer. There were livelier greetings. Britons everywhere toasted the royal couple. In Tokyo, the British embassy gave a luncheon for 500 to celebrate the prince's birth. In Sydney, Australia, a streetcar motorman chalked "It's a boy" in huge white letters along the sides of his tram, while Cremorne Hospital hoisted a diaper with red, white and blue streamers to the very top of its flagstaff. Frugal Edinburgh gave...
...also gets across his pleasure in people, and when it comes to portraits he can afford to pick & choose. Hopkinson's sitters have included a score of college presidents, a brace of bishops, and such thinkers and men of letters as Alfred North Whitehead and John Masefield. Hopkinson hit an early peak in 1921 with his portrait of Charles W. Eliot, in which the late, great Harvard president's ramrod back is tellingly contrasted with the folded gentleness of his big hands. A more recent painting of Harvard's James Bryant Conant seems to show him searching...
...John Masefield was without a cake on his 70th birthday. Down with a cold, he skipped all celebrating. Outside of his family, nobody sent him a present. And the Poet Laureate, who sings like clockwork on royal anniversaries, received not a couplet...
...protest. In a tight-lipped editorial, the Times pointed out that, although rooks eat 26,000 tons of grain a year, they pay their way by eating 7,000 tons of harmful insects. Others recalled the rook's niche in British song & story. Cawed the poet laureate, John Masefield himself: "For how long is this proposed slaughter to continue? Who is to check the killers? Who is to decide when enough blood has been shed...
Poet Laureate John Masefield straightened out some Manhattan eighth-graders who had written him asking the correct version of Sea-Fever's opening line. "The line was first printed: 'I must go down,' etc.," he said. "After about 20 years I altered this to 'I must down,' etc. But after about another 20 years I repented and put 'go' back. And now, alas, I cannot make up my mind...