Word: pompously
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...baiter, Julius Streicher. Bullet-headed Streicher, through nimble feats of exegesis, has long since asserted that the central doctrine of Christianity is anti-Semitism and that Christ came to the earth to save the world from the Jews. Attacking a recent speech against anti-Semitism by pompous little Bishop William Thomas Manning of New York, Streicher's organ Der Sturmer declared: "If Christ were again to come to earth and heard Bishop Manning he would say 'this Bishop Manning is an ally of Jews. He is a pseudo-priest, a wolf in sheep's clothing...
...this the old soldier recounted, in pompous language but frank detail, in memoirs which he wrote for his kinsmen only. He was aware that he had led a remarkable life, believed that he had lived in a remarkable age. After his right hand was crippled at Ball's Bluff, he learned to write with his left. But his left arm was paralyzed at Antietam, so when he sat down to tell the story of his life he shifted back to the crippled right...
...Jubilee, Mrs. Mary Louise Curtis Bok, its benefactor and his good friend, paid the expenses of an orchestra of Curtis students, faculty members and 29 Curtis graduates now playing in major U. S. orchestras, and with the Institute's Fritz Reiner on the podium they played the pompous Academic Festival Overture of Brahms. The date of the Hofmann Jubilee was also Rubinstein's birthday (Nov. 28). For this reason, and because Josef Hofmann was the only private pupil Rubinstein ever took-after the Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Children had his first U. S. tour cut short...
...picturized school reports still have one grave defect. They have not been able to find text to match their illustrations. Their words are still the bumbling literary efforts of pedagogs, usually dull, often pompous. Sample from the Los Angeles report...
...East 67th Street, with a new, shining, white façade and MARCEL ROCHAS in deep blue over the lintel, it sits in a row of old brownstone apartments, like a blue-eyed blonde on a bench with pickaninnies. Inside is a big desk which no one, however pompous, may pass without presenting an invitation (issued this week only to socialites and nouveaux riches)-a barrier raised partly for swank, partly to keep out style pirates of whom couturiers have a healthy fear, in spite of the fact that to make cheaply a good copy of either the drapery...