Word: rancorous
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Ubiquitous Gutzon Borglum, cleaver of rocks, carver of mountains, talked to a reporter in Kansas City. He declared that the rancor of the Stone Mountain Controversy (TIME, Mar.. 2 et seq.) boiled no more within him, that he was now about to throw all his energies, his visions, his genius into a great project in-"North Carolina?" queried the reporter. "No, South Dakota," replied Borglum. With the sculptor was his son, Lincoln Borglum. "Tell the man about Bryan, Daddy," suggested Lincoln. Hill-Hammerer Borglum then spoke of William Jennings Bryan, related how, before he resigned as Secretary of State...
...article in the current New Republic Mr. Seldes calls these purveyors of amusement "sour commentators," and of the work of Goldberg, for example, says: "It is extraordinarily unkind, yet without rancor, and is almost dispassionate in its cruelty." One can agree heartily with Mr. Seldes when he praises the writers of comic strips because they never verge into the nauseating sentimentality of most magazines and moving pictures. Yet they are, in his phrase, "male and ugly," with negligible plots, formed of cruelty and violence. His reason, however, as to why the comic strip is read so widely by the very...
Behind the Woolley-Baker controversy lay much rancor not generally known to the public. A section of Yale graduates has viewed with growing alarm the tendency, since 1920, to reorganize Yale out of all recognition, and the unfairly large burden assumed in the process by Mr. Harkness through his manifold benefactions to his alma mater. The sons of Eli are a stiff-necked breed and there are many who feel that for Yale to be rebuilt, reorganized and replenished by the devotion of any single graduate is unnecessary and undignified...
...following the receipt of this letter, Mr. Beck addressed the Five O'Clock Dinner Club in Philadelphia, city of his nativity. Without rancor he spoke of his life...
...dragonflies and a squirrel, is untransfigured by the gentleness that attends his living, hut ridden with black bile and curious humors. Does he learn his lessons? Far from it; this enfant, is idle and, when his Hainan reproves him for his lassitude, assuredly with justice, ho surrenders himself to rancor, beating the floor with his heels, chasing the cats, the squirrel and committing many acts of violence. Then it is that he hears the old clock sing, with much clucking of the tongue, a lament for the days when its pendulum would work all night; the china gods complain...