Word: mortale
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...University last fall. Sequestered in the upper reaches of Widener and left to blush unseen in the sterile atmosphere of the special libraries, the Poetry Room has failed to fulfill its high promise. Unfortunately to the difficulties of its location have been added other obstacles which discourage the ordinary mortal in pursuit of his muse...
...charnel-house of Surrealism, one stands bare-headed and resigned. Mufiled drums beat, and men murmur, "Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?" But for this newest venture of Harkness heraldry, let Lowell bells ring out and the bird-calls sound forth loud and clear. It is a romantic story, this calling of Harvard men to their colors. One day in January, masters and tutors, in meeting assembled, folded their hands and awaited the moment when the spirit should move them. Then to each there came that inner voice, whispering to men of Dunster, "blue and gold," murmuring...
...Vagabond is frankly disturbed. This statement takes on the colors of an admission from one who likes to consider himself free from those troubles which eat out the hearts of mortal men. But the Vagabond is disturbed...
...cock-fighting, sword-thrusting, chin-chucking days are gone never to return. A hard-breathed "gadsblood" man will never heighten the tension of mortal conflict more. Beroic gestures are out of fashion and with them have gone the verbal trappings which were one of the chief compensations for the inadequate plumbing fixtures of the middle ages. The radio and the movie have finished the levelling process of democracy. The human sea of derbied heads stretches out far into the middle west with no crown or crested helm to arrest the eye. Can all romance have gone forever? In his soul...
Postal Clerk John B. House, 50, standing next to young Clerk Werkheiser, had heard the men arguing. He saw Werkheiser start opening one of the packages. . . . That was the last he knew until he found himself, in an agony of mortal pain and bloody numbness, being trundled out of the post office on a hand truck. Clerk Werkheiser, an arm and a leg blown away, was being trundled out on another truck. The post office was a wreck? bundles, letters, glass, splinters and debris hurled every which way. The two clerks, mangled and beyond recovery, managed to gasp out details...