Word: musts
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...seems to me to be two fallacious sources for this attack, both a sort of refuge whereby one runs away from the problem at hand with the attitude "What do I care"? In the one case, recognition of the facts can debase the argument. As for the other, it must be verified by each individual for himself...
...epidemic of hold-overs seems to have struck the Boston theatres, with the result that cinemaddicts of the vicinity of Harvard Square must fall back on their old standby, the U. T. For the rest of the week there is a program being offered which, if not of the kind to rekindle with terrible intensity the fires of that beautiful loyalty, is nevertheless much better than average. It includes "That Certain Age," a picture far better, and "Straight, Place, and Show," one not nearly so bad, as many of the advance reports would indicate...
Success should be more likely this time, thanks mainly to a reduced and more experienced chorus. The sopranos do remarkably well with their high B's, and the chorus as a whole lacks that unwieldiness which nearly brought disaster last year. On the debit side thus far must be listed Mr. Burgin's violin solo in the "Benedictus" and the performance of the women soloists. Miss Vreeland, the soprano, has the unfortunate habit of stealing upon notes, while the contralto, Miss Kaskas is too sugary. It is to be hoped that at the actual concerts these flaws will disappear...
...this performance of the Mass is probably the finest that can ever be produced with human forces and consequent human imperfections. To play and sing the music must be a tremendous task; even to hear it is a harrowing experience. The vastness of the work removes it from ordinary life. Beethoven's method of worshipping God transcends all formal limits; to him the capability of his players and the capacity of his audience are both unimportant. Hence all the more honor is due the Glee Club, the Choral Society, and the Orchestra for reaching a new peak in their joint...
...Vagabond sloshed home and he couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Frost. He was cavalier. He wasn't scholarly. He was almost home-spun. He was definitely provincial, definitely New England. Yet any man with that twinkle in his eye, with that simplicity that couldn't be dismissed must be eminently wise. The Vagabond wishes he could hear Mr. Frost more often. Every time he sees the birch trees he will think of that lecture and the next time the poet of New England comes to Harvard the Vagabond will be there, sitting in the front...