Word: owl
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Soong. Speaking clipped Harvard English, owl-eyed Chinese Finance Minister T. V. Soong proposed to raise and stabilize silver prices, declared that if this were done China and India could buy untold quantities of the World's products and ended with a bristling declaration: "China does not subscribe to any [Japanese] 'Monroe Doctrine' for the Far East." Shanghai cables reported that Dr. Soong obtained last week a British loan of ?20,000,000 but in London this was not confirmed...
...outside Poona squatted more than 100 persons last week-Hindus, Moslems, Sikhs, Christians-all gazing out on the terrace where on a cot lay what looked like a week's wash, a great bundle of white linen shrouding the living skeleton of Mahatma Gandhi. Month ago, already an owl-eyed lemur of a man. St. Gandhi began a fast in behalf of the Hindu Untouchables, without whose liberation he believes real self-government in India is impossible...
...became apparent that they would not be idle. Japanese patrols spread through the native city, taking over Chinese police posts, searching houses for Chinese snipers. Before breakfast Col. Ibara, commander of the legation guard, led a squad into the house of China's best-known living philosopher, owl-eyed Hu Shih, cross-questioned him for over an hour...
...broken conversational lines may remind the reader of de la Mare's famed relation, Robert Browning, but the theme and its unraveling are very delaMare. "Thus Her Tale" tells of a suicide's ghost that still haunts her undiscovered bones, hidden in a thicket. In "The Owl," a baker's wife and daughter are shamed and frightened out of their wits and into their true selves by the silent gaze of a mysterious beggar. Poet de la Mare loves not only poetic language and tricks of speech, but poetic words as well: whist, clomb, darnelled. He writes...
Regrettably, by the hand of fate assisted by a grimier hand nearer home, the mark of Boston's salty fame has had strange bedfellows in the public press: Benny the Alligator, James the Polecat, The (Sacred) Owl, the (Sacred) Ibis, and other stuffed nonsense. Weary of swinging in the winds of State House oratory, the grand old effigy could have taken its leave, alone and in honor. It deserved better than to disappear with a zoo-full of mildewed bridge-prizes. For the sacred cod, aloof and unsullied, is no kin to these doubtful deities, these gods brought down...