Word: mirth
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...shorter and better hav; but have will be pronounsd like gave, lave, nave, rave, save, wave. We all know by, my, try, etc. Extended study has proved y the best way to write this sound, so we spel replyd, hyt (for the absurd height), myt. Some spellings move the mirth of novices in fonology, but it makes them think and perhaps inquire and they see that ys is better than ice. Your sample yc would be Ike, as c is only the old round form of k. Practically all eminent skolars in English and editors of our dictionaries ar agreed...
Best of all, perhaps, is the inevitable takeoff on some of the new Mid-Western American realists in story writing, who have been courting precisely this bath of mirth for nearly four years. The execution is performed in a short story entitled "Anna's Ham". It is complete and pulverizing, and the more so because the tale in which the hideous deed is done is a first rate piece of story telling in itself, keenly alive, and crowded with imaginative touches. The thing is studded with gems of Rabelaisian understatement, and it moves with a gallop of rustic passion...
...thin songs with nothing in their heads but a bitter and windy laughter. These critics have listened to the compositions of Composers Ravel and Satie, whose music laughs at music, have seen the works of Sculptor Nadelman, whose sculpture laughs at sculpture, until the accumulation of all this malign mirth has inspired them to plead: "If we must laugh, let us laugh honestly. This mockery is unworthy of the staunch hearts. Where is the belly-shaking-chuckle of Aristophanes? Where in Music, in Sculpture, is the Classic Spirit...
...town of Oshkosh, Wis., is admittedly funny. Indeed, to the citizens of the Eastern U. S., any town west of the Alleghanies with an Indian name seems good for a laugh. The mere allusion to one of these settlements, thrown out with a befitting sneer, rouses roars of mirth in any company and knights the dullest jackass as a wit. About the bulletin board of a golf club in Florida, stood a group of Eastern citizens, sunburnt, risible, reading the list of entries for the annual women's golf championship of Belleair Heights. They read with respect the names...
...play progressed, the mirth of those individuals who dedicated their waking hours to walking around the course after Miss Wall, distinctly lessened. Miss Glenna Collett was put out by Miss Hadfield with a 20-foot putt on the 19th green. The field dwindled. At last there were only two golfers left. One was Mrs. Hurd and the other-Miss Wall of Oshkosh. No laughs disturbed her while she, with alert composure, played stroke for stroke against the veteran in the final round. She had redeemed the name of Oshkosh, but Mrs. Hurd, more experienced, defeated...