Word: reminded
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...poet of "a man so immaculate in thought, word and deed as Mr. Anthony Eden." Passing Ethiopia he thought of Conrad, who wrote a chapter of Almayer's Folly in a steamer named Adowa. His mind richly stored with literary and historical illustrations, everything that happened seemed to remind Bruce Lockhart of some celebrated incident...
Historical Portraits. For almost a year the distinguished Knoedler Galleries has owned the famed Clarke Collection of U.S. historical portraits (TIME, Feb. 10), tried to sell them intact for something near their appraised valuation of $1,000,000 without breaking the collection. As a tactful cough to remind the U.S. public that the Clarke Collection is still in their vaults and still for sale, Knoedler's last week borrowed from such assorted owners as J.P. Morgan, William Randolph Hearst, Yale University and the Museum of the City of New York another group of 29 historical portraits of first importance...
...program of Dr. Channing Tobias, national director of Negro Y. M, C. A. work. Obliged by municipal ordinance to sit in separate sections, Birmingham Negroes gladly attended meetings, shouted "Amen" and "Glory Be!" The No. 1 Missioneer, Dr. Eli Stanley Jones, led off the opening meeting: "Constantly I remind myself that the Romans said, 'these Britons make the most unlovely, thick headed slaves we have here. . . . No good will ever come out of Britannia...
...race with his leg in a plaster cast, such endurance that he drove in another the day after a crack-up which doctors had said would keep him in bed for half a year, Nuvolari wears a little silver turtle on a string around his neck to remind him of the fable about the tortoise and the hare. Last week he remembered both the hare's boast and his own. Once, when he stopped to put imported gasoline into his car and imported mineral water down his own throat, Count Brivio took the lead. Nuvolari, on his way again...
...ended for the nonce all Puritan sobriety, and the Vagabond tried hard to partake of twentieth-century gaiety, with only John Harvard's likeness and the glow of the dancing torch-flames to remind of the celebrated past. The Pop Concert popped, and the merry ones sipped and stepped away the night, and a weary Vagabond crawled off to bed, already envying his progeny-to-be their four-hundredth birthday party...