Word: mastering
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...impeaching Mr. Nixon," Wald told the audience, "but only as a step, I would even say a small step, to the changes we need in this country. Mr. Nixon isn't the master, he's the servant--he's serving the same clients as when just before he became president he was a corporation lawyer in the same firm that employed Mr. Mitchell...
...Horse. Eleven years ago Master Robert II first touched hoof in Ireland. He promised well, but failed. Finally he was put to work and many was the furrow he ploughed. It is even told that he was several times seen drawing the laborious milkwagon. Still he maintained his aristocratic air and once, by chance, was led to the hunting field...
Charles Nestle, originator of the famed Nestle wave, addressed the American Master Hairdressers' Association at the Waldorf-Astoria, Manhattan. Said he: "A few more years of the bobbed hair craze and the shingled belles and women will be as bald as men. The reason men become bald is because their hair is cut so often and so short. Each hair is supported by a muscle; as the hair grows heavier, the muscle grows proportionately stronger. But when the hair is cut, the muscle is deprived of its normal exercise, loses its function, the hair falls out. The most beautiful...
With this disillusioned preface, he sets out on the recital of the great fights and fighters from James Figg, master of "the Foil, Backsword, Cudgel, and Fist" to the redoubtable Dempsey. There were, in the days when the knockout to the point of the chin was still unknown, such colorful fighters as Buckhorse, "singularly unsightly," Jack Slack (the Bristol butcher), Mendoza the Jew (founder of scientific boxing, the first boxer to go on the stage), Mr. Jackson (the first "gentleman" fighter), the Belchers, the Game Chicken, and Daniel Donnelly (an Irishman) of whom it was written...
...fantastic nonsense. Purporting to be a study of British West Indian life and manners, this book leaves one with a dizzying sense of relief that the British West Indies are far away. Carl Van Vechten's whimsical preface proclaims Firbank to be the "only authentic master of the light touch, a man who might be writing with his eyelashes or the tips of his polished finger-nails." Which may all be. Indeed, it is as good an explanation...