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...other answers Isolationist Hutchins concluded: the U.S. should lead the way toward mediating between Germany and Britain in the war. But to his question: "Do you believe that the United States should offer to mediate between England and Germany?" only 27.4% had answered "Yes." Conning all these pros & cons, owl-wise old (66) Columnist Mark Sullivan wrote: "The spirit of the American people, as expressed in polls, seems to be something like this: 'Do you favor entering the war?' A loud, ringing 'no.' 'Do you favor taking steps which would take us into...
With a cry like the great horned owl, Husband Pough soared into action. He wrote pamphlets, made speeches, got the law on feather merchants and milliners. Last week Manhattan feather merchants, representing 90% of the U. S. industry, agreed to file inventories of their stocks with the New York State Conservation Department, dispose of their wild bird plumage within six years or forfeit it. They will give up all eagle, heron, bird of paradise plumes at once...
There is not one decent, sensible story in Presenting Moonshine. Author John Collier is crazy as a hoot owl. But perched on the gnarled limb of satire, he blinks down with dry wisdom at a world much crazier than he. Effortlessly he glides into madness...
Collier's tales are much like those of Lord Dunsany (Travel Tales of Mr. Joseph Jorkens). But his taste is less for the dewy groves of dancing pixies than for the chasms and black alleyways where fiends hang out. Nor is this the madness of James Thurber (The Owl in the Attic, Fables for Our Time), smelling of neurosis, manic depression and similar 20th-Century ills. Collier offers a fuller-blooded evil often conjured up with appropriate 17th-Century English suggesting the grimmer scenes of King Lear. From that play he plucked titles for two former books: Defy...
...Washington no owl hooted in the market place at high noon; no man's hand was aflame "like twenty torches join'd"; there was no dreadful night of thunder & lightning, of yawning graves and skittering ghosts; no two-headed dogs were seen; no lioness whelped in the street. There were no such signs or portents anywhere. Yet very soon now, on a Monday at high noon, a U. S. President would be inaugurated for a third term-a fact as gravid with significance to the U. S. as Julius Caesar's fatal Ides of March were...