Word: pass
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Holy See. With trembling fingers I opened it and read: 'The Holy Father has in mind to choose you Bishop of Nashville.' I was so overwhelmed with wonder that I could read no farther. I can only say that I am still wondering how it came to pass that I was chosen...
...friends pass off the puzzle of the contradictory artist by saying he has a dual personality. Born on a railroad train in Kanas 43 years ago while his parents were migrating to California, John Carroll grew up in San Francisco and on his father's cattle ranch, boasts that he "knew" the Barbary Coast intimately before it was spoiled." He studied engineering at the University of California until his practical father gave in, shipped him off to study art under Frank Duveneck in Cincinnati. "After six months," John Carroll recalls, "I was sure I knew more about painting than...
...head projects a single prodigious horn (see cut). Dr. Dove describes the character of his artificial unicorn thus: "True in spirit as in horn to his prototype, he is conscious of peculiar power. ... He recognizes the power of a single horn which he uses as a prow to pass under fences and barriers in his path, or as a forward thrusting bayonet in his attacks. And, to invert the beatitude, his ability to inherit the earth gives him the virtues of meekness. Consciousness of power makes him docile...
...real life,--for most of us are dumb or tongue-tied, particularly when we have anything to say. . . . In addition he had the gift of poetry--define it if you can. And, to close the account, he had learned the trade or art or craft of bringing plays to pass, or, in other words, of representing life and thought in action in a mimic world. That is all there is to Shakspere. It is simple enough to tell, but not so easy...
...Suddenly the Ford began a Bedlam of horn-honking. It threw such an unchivalrous and vulgar element into the race that the Chevrolet driver immediately became so vexed that, together with a few bitter remarks, he stuck his arm out the window and rudely motioned for the Ford to pass. And pass he did. But alas! it was no gentleman driving the Ford. On the contrary, it was a blue-uniformed, silver-buckled servant of Massachusetts, a man with positively no sense of chivalry. He was not interested in an honorable victory but insisted upon a humiliating defeat, and ordered...