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Fanatical Indian mobs surged in the streets of Madras, Calcutta and Bombay, last week, chanting the Swaraj (NonCooperation) party song "Bonde Mataram!" ("Hail, Motherland!"). Their excitement, which rapidly rose to the pitch of violence, was due to the landing at Bombay of the Indian Statutory Commission (TIME...
...course, married men who sleep with the family Bible in their undershirts"), "The American Emotion," ("The observer of the emotional reactions of the American people is brought to the lamentable conclusion that the stimuli which produce those reactions most magnificently show a constantly increasing cheapness and standardization"), "The Motherland," "American Criticism," "The Muse in Our Midst." Unlike Mr. Mencken, Author Nathan seldom sweats or bares his teeth; he dances, like a graceful, surly, clever clown through a loud Mardi Gras of vulgarity...
...broad domain, From east, to western sea. Thou land of hope for all who toil Thou true north, strong and free. O Canada, beneath thy shining skies May stalwart sons and gentle maidens rise, To keep thee steadfast through the years From east to western sea, Our Fatherland, our Motherland, Our true north, strong and free.- Chorus. Ruler Supreme, who hearest humble prayer Take us and all men in thy loving care, Help us to find, O God, in Thee, Our certain rich reward; As waiting for the better day We ever stand on guard.-Chorus...
...Monsignor Mora y del Rio, who wore the robes and insignia of his office received me in a plainly furnished study containing a picture of the Virgin of Guadalupe. . . . He spoke Italian and was evidently touched by the visit of a journalist who had come expressly from the motherland of the Church to visit her persecuted outposts in Mexico. Indeed, so deep was his feeling that after the first few words he choked with emotion, and with tears flowing freely down his" cheeks he merely clasped my hands and murmured:'O Roma!Roma...
...Author of this brave work is a handsome, grizzled relation of Architect Christopher Wren (1632-1723), now not far from 60, who has occupied his lively mind with fiction-writing since terminating a most gallant career in his motherland's military and the French Foreign Legion. He has never visited the U. S., but will soon, ostensibly to sample the California climate but also to see with his own eyes large masses of the people whose literary a.nd cinematic blood-thirst has caused his last two books to sell into the hundreds of thousands. Big-game hunter, explorer, golfer...