Word: poore
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Someone has called Beardsley "an inspired grasshopper." It is a poor metaphor. Few grasshoppers prefer candles to the sun. Very thin, very long-handed, long-nosed, always a flower in his buttonhole, he infuriated William Morris by his somewhat ambiguous drawings for an Arthurian poem. Other people liked him better; his drawings in the Yellow Book caused critical thunderstorms. Esthetes strove to imitate in prose and verse the Beardsley gift for wistful evilness. His friends denied that he was obscene; in that denial they took from him his character and his curse. There could be nothing dirtier than certain prints...
...Girls and boys go to work with their grandparents. Families live in its tenements. They rent company six-room cottages for $1.50 a week. Otis Co. has been Ware's maintenance and its culture. Last week company stockholders were planning to move their works to Alabama where "poor whites" work longer hours and for less money than at Ware. Yet factory work pays better than farming, with cotton at 12? a pound. Ware hopes that Henry Ford who is re-establishing Colonial industries at Sudbury, Mass., will come to Ware and keep the mills going...
...matter of general knowledge that the meals at Memorial Hall were poor. And that one fact has given rise to the present eating situation. If the Harvard Union itself were a regular restaurant, it would have gone bankrupt long ago. The dinner it serves for 90 per cents, for instance, can be surpassed by half a dozen restaurants near the Yard. If the service were good or the bill of fare attractively varied, it might be much more popular than it is, despite the poorly cooked food, but they aren...
...reads the record of the government in the prosecution of these most important criminal cases. Justice has been lagging and poor men are led to believe that the law winks kindly upon rich men. The black mark of failure to clean its house of corruption has been indelibly shamped on the government...
...daughter of mine," yowled aged Violante Companarini at the Court as the child wife of Count Guido Frances-chini wept her woe on the far side of the New Jersey palace of justice. Perhaps she is right. Poor Pompilia may not be her child. At least she is the count's wife. But what was she doing with the youthful priest Caponsacchi on the evening of the twenty-fifth of July...