Word: quaintness
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Pius XI says his daily mass in the bedroom where his predecessor Benedict XV died in 1922. (This is the quaint custom of respect which Popes have long paid their immediate predecessors?to pray in the death chamber.) Soon after he attends a second early mass. Then to his private apartments for breakfast of coffee with milk, bread, butter...
When I closed the pages in a mood of reminiscence and looked again at the cover rather wistfully, I though. Yes, we can make fun of children's stories, but this doesn't seen; to rub the bloom off. We like them all the more for their artlessness, their quaint little ways. And how harmoniously the editors worked together to create their Wonder-Book and to maintain throughout their tone of genial fantasy...
...delay lengthened, grew in a few seconds to seem interminable. . . . Black Rod. That which delayed George V in opening Parliament was the absence of the plebeian members of the House of Commons. In another part of the Palace of Westminster they were dallying overlong with a ceremony of quaint historic significance. They were rebuffing the Gentleman Usher of the Black Rod. . . . Lieutenant General Sir William Pulteney, K.C.B., K.C.V.O., K.C.M. B., B.D.S.O., receives $1,000 per annum ($4,860) for acting as the Black Rod, and carrying it: a massive staff of ebony surmounted by a golden lion. Last week...
...eager solons are not content to wait for trouble to appear but plan to nip it in the budnay, in the very seed, before it is visible to the untrained eye. Thus Senator Beaver of Oklahoma would make it illegal in that state to "circulate" biscuits--apparently a quaint native custom--of less than three inches in diameter and one inch in thickness. "The society biscuit," he warns grimly, "in the curse...
...reason I go to Sever is that I have always loved the old hall. I love to sit at one of its quaint benches, with the annals of Harvard football from 1892 to the present day before me, tying the shade string into an ever larger and higher, knot, which mounts the string so fast and far that I have to stand on the bench and finally scale the wall itself to keep up with it. And then I love to put my pencil in a little depression in the top of the bench and watch it actually come...