Word: reading
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...which some people call ''elderly," and I put on glasses when I read TIME. Nonetheless I am no coward, and will not decline the challenge of Subscribess Catherine M. Whitsitt who writes to you (TIME, April 30) that she wants to give me "a poke in the nose," because I suggested to you (TIME, April 9) that President Calvin Coolidge ought to make a flight with Charles Augustus Lindbergh...
...TIME, March 19), signed his name last week to an advertisement which said: "I am sure you will agree with me that an up-to-date, clean, interesting tabloid is the paper you want. You will find it contains all the news that 95% of the people want to read...
...Swiss farmer, his first skirmish among European hostelries occurred when he opened a restaurant in Baden-Baden, the Kurhaus. He boasted that he never forgot a face. But the éclat which attached itself to his restaurant requires a more complete explanation. César Ritz read faces as well as remembering them; he was an instinctive & selective snob, one of those likeable snobs whose hauteur is inherent; he did not consciously single out his richer patrons for special attention. Nonetheless it was the epicures who remembered him, and the princes and the millionaires. Other people were a little frightened...
Dorrie Shirley sat up in the garret with the oldest lodger in the hotel listening to him read; or she watched, with fascinated interest, the two-a-day theatrical folk, the bawdy country wenches, the flabby townspeople, the cheap sports who came to lodge at Aunt Jule's place. She was terrified when she saw the loveliest lady who had ever stayed at the inn, lying in a disheveled bed, beside the town drunkard. She helped Linda get the smooth slick townboy that her sister had always loved; and she observed with hurt wonder and dismay...
...perhaps the kind of girl who would be pleased if someone called her a dreamer of dreams. But so, almost certainly, is Author Powell; and it is very pleasant, now, when most first-novelists are either rabid and wild-eyed sophisticates or intellectual inverts with empty heads, to read what has been written by someone who is neither ashamed or proud of naivete, who carries in her mind the torture of youth more brightly than its touch. The book is as interesting as a secret; it is too bad that Author Powell speaks on page 6 of Aunt Jule...