Word: moloch
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...educated, instead of just cultured, how much they'd give for an evening with Spinoza or Kant, or one at a concert or a less stylish but heavier play. Picture the deb, with all these thwarted intellectual desires--dancing, dancing her life away, and all because the omnipotent Moloch makes it clear that she is to do or die. Too few of us accord her the full sympathy she deserves...
...commodities, in a stupefying rush of unrelated station signs, bill boards, highway signs, and white ways, she will wreak fatigue, death, destruction upon their heathen intellects. They will be dizzy forever. The infiedels must seize arms and battle for their last strongholds, the mountains, the forests, the wilds, against Moloch, the chimera, the eighth plague, the tenth muse, Advertisa...
...little man listened, nodded to himself, strolled out into the sunshine, entered an opulent motor, ordered himself whisked to his sumptuous yacht, Lydonia. He was content. The Hermann Kotzschmar Organ was not out of tune-and he was Cyrus Hermann Kotzschmar Curtis, unrivaled pulp-Moloch, publisher of the Saturday Evening Post. (See p. 26.) Mr. Curtis' taste in, and love of, music fits harmoniously with that of his daughter and son-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Edward W. Bok. Father and son-in-law, are, needless to say, chief patrons of the Philadelphia Symphony Orchestra...
...late Woodrow Wilson, according to the Kaiser, desired to go down in history as "the greatest Englishman" of his time. According to His ex-Majesty, he " 'sacrificed American lives to the Moloch of Anglo-Saxon supremacy...
...long beset the world. Here he starts out by laying bare the sin and wickedness of our generation. I, being a more or less normal child of the said generation, have become to some degree weary of continually being sacrificed by youthful authors on their altars to Moloch--a state which turns to resentment when we poor boys are attacked instead of our sister "flappers." None of us are perfect, and I always have my doubts as to the efficaciousness of turning the searchlight of the sensation mongers upon our seamy sides...