Word: momently
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...read it ! MRS. J. H. FRANSEN Whittier, Calif. Not bad. - ED. Sirs: In the matter of "better slogans" - A wish, a drop of ink, a dime† Remitted weekly, procures Eternal TIME. CHARLES E. KEITH San Francisco, Calif. Sirs: . . . Suggested slogan : Queen Elizabeth said : "All my possessions for one moment of time." (Supposed to be her dying words.) F. ADAMS Cambridge, Mass. Sirs: "If you take the time to read TIME you save time." Don't send the $10 to Whittlesey, send it to me. W. A. NICKERT Philadelphia, Pa. Sirs: With Christmas at hand Send TIME...
...life's early autumn; bald over the temples, high and round of brow, thinly bearded and of a faintly Oriental cast of countenance. He is Count Hermann Keyserling, philosopher. He conducts a School of Wisdom, where mature thinkers go by petition or invitation to contemplate problems of great moment to mankind; where philosophical treatises are conceived, prescribed, submitted, criticized, developed, issued to the world. Count Keyserling's chief preoccupation is with the Western World, whose soul and mind he and others (notably Herr Doktor Oswald Spengler) profess to find in a decline. He has equipped himself to serve...
Midnight Lovers (Lewis Stone). No one would guess from the title that the heroine is a practical girl married to a nice but careless ace. The young bridegroom furnishes their apartment with War trophies, one of which explodes at an embarrassing moment while her husband is away, attending to the War. The ruin brings an interior decorator and a Bill, but the latter is not a little boy as the telegram led an eager husband to believe. Parenthood, deferred, synchronizes with more pacific interior decorations. All the explosions are not confined to the screen, for the audience went...
...first period. Noble fell back to his own 10-yard line and booted a soaring punt that bounded past Stafford and rolled to the Crimson 10-yard mark. This kick changed the complexion of the game in an instant. Harvard now had its back to the wall, and a moment later Captain Coady tried to kick from his 25-yard streak. The Crimson line buckled; Richards, Yale tackle, took the ascending pigskin on his chest, and the ball rolled across the goal line, where the alert Sturhahn pounced on it for the score. This sudden fall from the heights...
...track toward Boston. The Crimson had failed to flash in triumph, and here was a group who had suffered thereby, and who had to attend Monday morning classes in the Yard. But to do this meant something that was very much missing from the faithful at that moment...