Word: parrot
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...acquiring the sum of all knowledge, when in reality he is being given only a few insubstantial generalities. They destroy the personalized education, traditional at Harvard, either by large lectures or by section meetings so large that they degenerate into lectures. Thirdly, by demanding little thought and only stereotyped, parrot replies, they send the student, not to Widener or Boylston, but across Massachusetts Avenue to the tutoring schools, where he is likely to remain the rest of his undergraduate days. It might be observed parenthetically, however, that this last danger could be removed by intelligent examination. Other reforms which could...
...basis, the devastating technique of Popeye the Sailor-man in dealing with bulldozers is bound to be disturbing. Last week in Berlin Nazi censors decided Popeye's spinachy vigor was getting a mite too rich for Aryan blood, banned one of his latest cinema cartoons, Popeye's Parrot...
...Richard Wagner, you are a great man," squawked the well-trained parrot from the corner of the room. The genius nodded approval. "The bird must be right." In the future he would do greater things: he would build his own opera house, acquire wealth, lampoon the critics, devastate his enemies. But for the present he must evade the enemy. Quickly packing his most valuable possessions, he slipped quietly downstairs and fled from the City of Dresden...
...Union's macaw, Lorito, when that platitude-hating bird garnished a radio speech by President Herbert Hoover with a raucous Bronx cheer. Recently Lorito's obscene outcries (in Spanish & Portuguese) were silenced forever when he was done to death by David, the Union's gaudy green parrot. Last week, the parrot-murderer, possessed of Lorito's testy spirit, interrupted Secretary of State Cordell Hull, who was giving a speech to the Union (on Davis Cup drawings), with a Bronx cheer so vigorous that it would have warmed the heart of Herbert Hoover...
...Ameche and Romero spark like worn-out cigaret lighters. A swing quintet, headed by Raymond Scott, tears into something called the War Dance of the Wooden Indians. And Sonja, hovering on the outer edge, looks on with bland, pudgy good nature, putting in a word here & there in excellent parrot English, and probably wondering, in Norwegian, what to do until the ice freezes again...