Word: readings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...good fortune to be a member of Mr. Hutchins' sophomore English during the spring of 1936. I don't believe any English teacher ever lived who could read the Lady of the Lake as he did. Tall, dour in appearance, Mr. Hutchins loves a good game of golf and wields a wicked garden spade, and best of all, has a swell sense of humor...
Maurice Richard Grosser learned to read Homer and hunt squirrel under the tutelage of the late William Robert ("Old Sawney") Webb, white-bearded, tobacco-chewing Confederate veteran, classicist and schoolmaster in Bell Buckle, Tenn. "Old Sawney's" star pupil, Grosser entered Harvard in 1920 with the highest-in-the-U. S. college entrance marks in mathematics and Greek. Of Art he was more innocent than the youngest dauber in a modern progressive school. In 1922, when he was a restless sophomore, a leering classmate urged him to go to an art class in South Boston, because there he might...
...Catton Rich, director of the institute, ran over to plead with them to disperse, and so did popular Dean Norman Rice. But suddenly four ringleaders in black hoods hoisted the effigy to their shoulders, shouted "Let's go!" About half the crowd followed, chanting lugubriously, carrying signs which read: NERVOUS HYSTERIA IS NOT ART CRITICISM; SEND E. JEWETT TO ART SCHOOL; JEWETT IS 70 YEARS BEHIND THE TIMES; CHICAGO TRIBUNE, MEDIEVAL ARCHITECTURE, MEDIEVAL ART CRITICISM BY ELEANOR...
Hellzapoppin offers on page 1 a calendar for July, a weather report for August (rain), a picture of a blonde undressing and directions to find page 2. Pages 2 and 3 are mostly margin, "so that NO one can read OVER YOUR SHOULDER!" Page 4 is a set of false whiskers, page 5 a peepshow. Other features: a two-way editorial ("Can this go on? Sure! No!"), a page of letters to readers ("instead of printing letters from readers who tell us how lousy our magazine is"). The back cover, an "acquaintance maker," says: "Yoo hoo! How's about...
...night last week cafe society saw the nearest thing yet to a man biting a dog. Pretender Extraordinary Mike Romanoff, of Vilna, Russia, and/or Hillsboro, Ill., after some 20 years on cafe society's cuff, threw a party. The formal invitation, engraved with a big Imperial R, read: "To discharge his social obligations past and future, we have received commands from his Imperial Highness, Prince Michael Romanoff, to invite ( ) to a buffet supper on Saturday evening, June the tenth, at the Clover Club."; and continuing: "Guests will please bring their own liquor and fee the servants...