Word: necks
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...burial. The world's chief artificers buzzed about him. They stretched him out. His hands, as tired as a pair of autumn leaves, they folded across his breast. Upon his head they set the royal golden diadem, the eager vulture (Nekhebet), the playful serpent (Buto). From his neck they suspended amuletic idols. Pectorals of elaborate cloisonne they strewed upon his breast. A star beaten out of golden foil marked the place where his heart had been. Thirteen finger-rings, all different, they slipped upon his brittle digits. With eleven bracelets they circled his arms. They covered his waist with...
...professor, or an engineer, but he is all," said Emerson. "Man is priest and scholar, and statesman, and producer, and soldier..... The state of society is one in which the members have suffered amputation from the trunk, and strut about so many walking monsters, a good finger, a neck, a stomach an elbow (he might have added a head), but never a man. Man is this metamorphosed into a thing, into many things . . . . In this distribution of functions, the scholar is the delegated intellect. In the right state, he is Man Thinking. In the degenerate state, when the victim...
...what that Means. But it shows he has Won something, or been Elected to something, or Something like that A man with a tie like that is always a Marked Man. The only man More Marked, so far as I know, is a man with a Noose about his neck...
...Chicago-A billowy lady whose arms were swathed in bandages of diamonds, whose bosom, ears and neck were involved with various gems, sat in a box to hear the Chicago Civic Opera open its season with Richard Strauss's Der Rosenkavalier. While it may have appeared that she was foolhardy to let herself be seen with so great a fortune glittering upon her person, a critic in the next box observed that she spent her time toying with an object which she took from her vanitv case. It was a police-whistle...
...Neck, drink, occasionally study and all will be well. Whatever you do, Freshmen, don't be original. Be collegiate. Wear the right clothes at the right time. Think as few original thoughts as possible. It's collegiate to bull the prof. into a B when you rated a D. It's collegiate to sleep in lectures, crib in exams, copy themes, and get by. It's collegiate to prefer an Afro-American fox trot to a Beethoven sonata. Ah, by all means let's be collegiate. None of the herd will raise shocked hands and say begone miserable, radical, pink...