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...literary conscience is especially inflamed against "crass stupidity in journalistic criticism." E. Bernbaum and W. A. Green grow positively heated over the ineptitudes of Boston, and other, critics of Ibsen and Shaw, and crush with grimness the wretched Grub Street on their wheel. Nay, more: they--especially Mr. Green--illustrate what journalistic criticism should be.--easily colloquial, anecdotal, popular, yet sound. Of course, the critics could rejoin that such writing means time and work: does the public want it badly enough to pay for it? Mr. Bernbaum, by the way, is depressed over the American public, is past even regretting...
...average member, if he gets his membership fee and perhaps a little more returned to him at the end of the year, cares not a particle for the "Co-operative Principles" but he is unwilling that nay sentimental consideration for the Co-operative movement should risk the great University branch of service which has grown up here. The Society is from his point of view a profit sharing, trading concern; practical business reasons urge its immediate incorporation. S. CUNNINGHAM...
...following men please report at Soldiers Field at 4 p. m. dressed to play. All must be on time. Adoit, Parker, Brayton, Oglesby, Rust, F. Edmands, Harris, Kidner, Hatch, Edmunds, Hawkins, B. Davis, Ellicutt, Curtis, Hayes, Martin, F. Beardsell, Heard, Forbes, Kernan, Nay, Gray, Follansbee, Hunt, Cambell, Egbert, Boal, Trainer, Fabyan, Talbot, McCormick...
There is something in the bearing of the men of two centuries ago which marks them as different from ourselves, nay, as superior to us. It was simply that they were used to better society and have the air of the great world, of the world, that is, which makes fashions and is not made by them. They opened their Homer, their Sophocles, their Tacitus, their Horace, where we take up our newspaper or our novel. What an old Gascon prig would Montaigne have been but for the ancients, especially Plutarch. Yet his library did not swamp him, and though...
Many-sidedness is the essence of culture and it matters less what a man learns than how he learns it. The day will come, nay, it is dawning already, when it will be understood that the masterpieces of whatever language are not to be classed by an arbitrary standard, but stand on the same level in virtue of being masterpieces; that thought, imagination and fancy may make even a patois acceptable to scholars; that the poets of all climes and of all ages "sing to one clear harp in divers tones;" and that the masters of prose and the masters...