Word: ointments
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...since you saw fit to call him "a large black fly in the ointment" [TIME, July 18] have you seen fit to mention our courageous Jew, Charles A. Levine. Like the rest of the prejudiced press you have devoted columns and columns to Lindbergh, Byrd, Chamberlin and other Nordic flyers. To Levine you have grudged even the iotas of space required by sheer force of his importance. This looks like discrimina tion to me. Is this discrimination? I think it is! Mr. Levine has fled the unfairness of the newspapers of our country. It has been an added discouragement...
...perfectly at home. Blond, blocky Bernt Balchen did not come into his own until his fellow Scandinavians held a special Viking evening for him in the Quartier Latin. Newsgatherers made life hard for Hero Chamberlin by treating Hero Levine, politely yet distinctly, as a large black fly in the ointment. Mr. Levine was a civilian and owed his place in the sun to being a shrewd, adventurous moneybags. His omnipresence in a company of aeronauts was grotesque, obtrusive, they hinted. They plagued Pilot Chamberlin until he admitted that he had unwillingly taken certain orders from Mr. Levine, that...
...pace that is breathless and occasionally incoherent the author pours out a mass of material which should fascinate the materialist and terrify the romantic. Witches, it seems, did not fly picturesquely through the air on broomsticks. They smeared each other with an irritant ointment, danced and leaped high with sticks between their legs, thereby exciting themselves for the orgy which closed all witches "Sabbats" (Congresses). Withal, they zealously professed a kind of religion, a perverted Gnostic creed that postulated the Devil equal part-creator of the universe with God and more ready to reward his adorants with the things...
...mahogany-faced old jackass who knew Burns." While he was tramping 30 miles a day in drenched clothes for the sake of his throat, certain sharp dolts in Edinburgh published a review of his poem Endynrion, called it "Cockney Poetry," advised him to go back "to plasters, pills and ointment boxes," prophesied that his bookseller would not a second time "venture £50 on anything he might write." These reviews were waiting for him when he returned to England to nurse his brother Tom who, already in the last stages of tuberculosis, died soon after...
Investigation has indicated that concerns selling lecture and reading notes are going out of business. Suits for infringements on copyrights and the seanty support of the students have contributed largely to the emigration of these flies in the Faculty's ointment. At present no notes other than translations can be obtained in Cambridge, whereas formerly all kinds were sold throughout the year...