Word: quaint
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Spang Beauty" CORDELIA CHANTRELL - Meade Minnigerode-Putnam ($2). Among the quaint mysteries that survived the Civil War was that of The Messenger, or as she was later called, the Woman on Horseback, who rode back and forth through the Union lines apparently without the least difficulty and, according to rumor, often to the delight of gallant Union officers. This tale, a thoroughbred love story, purports to be that strange lady's biography...
...Oxford, whether they have ever been there or not, as the archetype of all that is liberal and humanistic in a university. Nor is the comparison without color on many academic counts. On the social side, however, much is left unsaid. On Oxford's rule-books stand many quaint restrictions hanging over from the crabbed past-curfew hours, the wearing of gowns (however abbreviated and however disreputably tattered), places to be seen in and not to be seen in, absence from town and other critical matters. Last fortnight a little grey pamphlet made its appearance in Oxford, containing many...
...Ladder. In order to reconcile the hardships of life with his faith in a benevolent Deity, Playwright J. Frank Davis has evolved a quaint philosophy of reincarnation. After an intolerably unhappy 13th Century, a group of people squirm, reincarnated, into the 17th Century, from there into the 19th Century, from there into the 20th Century, where, at last, matters are so divinely ordered that the heroine can have both a career and a husband with a good job and the right personality. Such a philosophy of transmigration, in short, as might make the Buddha so far forget himself...
...witch's pin or a bat's flight. None are straightforward or prosaic. Together, colored over and shaded in with pale washes, they create pictures of a world, half small-animal, half fairy, in which no one could fail to believe, if only because it is quaint, beautiful, impossible...
...purchased for him, and it ends happily-except for poor old Josie. Mr. Barry presents it all in a fantasy-pageant, tender, sometimes sharply satirical. Never does he allow the symbolism to intrude upon the essential humanity of his men, women, and horse. Every minute is genuine theatre-a quaint hodgepodge, loosely bundled together, always delightful...