Word: perfectability
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...upright, a patriot so sincere, a worker so prodigious, should fail France which counted so much on him. By whom can he be replaced? Is there none better among our politicians? Yes, there is old Clemenceau and his team. They made the Treaty of Versailles which was not perfect, which was not as good as it might have been, but which was as good as it could be with allies like Wilson and Lloyd George who helped us to win the war and without whom we could not make peace...
Gertrude Atherton was born in San Francisco. She is a widow. She has lived much of her life in Europe. She is completely of this century, of the minute, progressive, popular. She is a perfect example of the fact that no one in this world of writing who keeps his or her wits about, needs to be de-moded with the passage of time and the development of new fads and fancies. At present writing, and as I consider Mrs. Atherton, I have little patience with those exceedingly self-conscious members of the older generation who are, to quote George...
Other treasures are: Oliver Cromwell's prayer-book, which is kept in a small silver box with silver filigree on a gold back. The only existing perfect copy of the first book printed in English (William Caxton's press...
...Then came the day when they bared her soft, well-rounded arm and jabbed it with the virus point. She didn't want it done. . . . And her par-ents fought against it. ... but the authorities, the tools of the medical autocrats, insisted. So they injected into that blooming, perfect body the wicked vaccine virus, poisonous pus that comes from the sore of a diseased cow. And it did its deadly work. The poison spread through her system and the roses faded from her cheeks. She became a pallid, sickly thing, grew rapidly weaker and weaker-and died. The authorities...
...more or less normal child of the said generation, have become to some degree weary of continually being sacrificed by youthful authors on their altars to Moloch--a state which turns to resentment when we poor boys are attacked instead of our sister "flappers." None of us are perfect, and I always have my doubts as to the efficaciousness of turning the searchlight of the sensation mongers upon our seamy sides...