Word: rotted
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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From the mass of testimony, some bits which stand out in retrospect are: Mr. Ford. "Mr. Ford is the strangest, most perplexing combination. Take his book on Henry Ford-one chapter reveals uncanny judgment, and the next is composed of the most utter rot. He was the company's greatest asset and also the greatest risk. He insisted on policies that were untried and which were against the consolidated judgment of other men in the automobile industry. Now that he has been so successful we can see that his judgment was sound. There was the question of the life...
...puts water in a spoon, heats it over the candle, dissolves his morphin, filters the solution through cotton, fills his needle, injects. It is to him a holy ritual. He is happiest when he has an acolyte; someone who wants to try dope-to watch the slow fire of rot filter through the novice's veins. He keeps the papers his powders come in. When he has no more dope he can lick the grains of dust clinging to the paper. Many Negroes are addicts; they took to it because it once was hard for them to get liquor...
...should. The Three Sisters. Anton Chekhov's play offered at Eva Le Gallienne's Civic Repertory Theatre, constitutes a sufficient justification for that pioneer enterprise. For The Three Sisters is a great drama that could not possibly succeed in a Broadway house. It tells of the dry rot creeping upon a class of Russian society which, for years, has been privileged to do nothing- the petty military, the country landlord. Always the victims struggle to writhe free of the suffocating blankets of their own inertia-in this case, three sisters. They will go to Moscow, where there...
...Tonight, if we may judge from precedent, the undergraduate body will pack Webster hall to be filled with a lot of sentimental rot about 'dear old Dartmouth.' Not that we object to becoming sentimental about the college. What we do object to is the manner in which the piffle is handed out concerning such a relatively unimportant and insignificant part of our daily existence...
...What reasons have you for making such a statement?" demanded the youth, with the pedantic inflection of an adolescent philosopher. "Well," began Mr. Calisch, patient once more, "in the first place-" They had been arguing about a newly-published book on Sigmund Freud. Mr. Calisch had genially called psychoanalysis "rot." Neurotic young Emanuel was furious; he took Freud as glorious gospel. After the quarrel, Mr. Calisch, annoyed by his voluble visitor, told the landlady not to admit him to his study any more...