Word: pleasantly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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William Henry Beecher. (1802-89) was a dyspeptic minister who was called "The Unlucky" because misfortune attended all his ventures. Of his wedding he wrote: "Was married. . . . No company, no cake, no cards-nothing pleasant about it." William begat six children. Edward Beecher (1803-95) was for a time president of Illinois College. In a best-selling theological work called The Conflict of Ages he carried on the family trend away from orthodoxy. Said his father: "Edward, you've destroyed the Calvinistic barns, but I hope you don't delude yourself that the animals are going into your...
Henry Ward Beecher (1813-87). One of his earliest letters was: "Der Sister. We ar al wel. Ma haz a baby. The old sow had six pigs." He was educated at Sister Catherine's Hartford Female Seminary, Boston Latin School, Mount Pleasant Collegiate Institute. Amherst College and Lane Theological College. As a missionary preacher he lectured Indiana frontiersmen on gambling, drinking and wenching. In 1861 Beecher became editor of the Independent and was drawn into the most unfortunate part of his career. His assistant, a brilliant, erratic journalist named Theodore Tilton, and the owner of the paper...
...pastel blue-green, showed a film of sunlight filtering down to brownish mushroom coral, three pink, blue and yellow Yellow-Tail fish. Sunlit Coral Alle was a gentle blue and yellow composition of coral polyps and purplish-brown sea fans. Aside from their paleontological significance the pictures suggested pleasant decorations for yachts, bathrooms, villas...
Sung with doleful nonchalance by its author, James Shelton, this Gutter Song is one of the pleasant moments in New Faces. So is a parody of grim Tobacco Road in which Walt Disney's Three Little Pigs impersonate Erskine CaldwelFs hungry gluttons. Squeaks the largest pig: "I ain't had anything to eat, pappy, sense we et mammy last week...
...felony, wrecked his career, drove him out of town. Carolyn would have gone with him, but he ran away from her. Author Zugsmith's Manhattan, a city of slums, grimy schools, furtive assignations, venal officials, speakeasies, dingy hall bedrooms, cigar-stuffy offices and law courts, is not a pleasant metropolis but it is a long way from being a city of the dead. The speech of its inhabitants, broken, illiterate, suggestive, rings like true coin of the realm, worn from much handling. And the scene is presided over by a creator who tempers her justice with mercy...