Word: rural
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Dates: during 1910-1919
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...salaries of all teachers be raised. The salary of the teacher be raised. The salary of the teacher today has risen to $689, but that is a pitiful sum to pay for the work that any teacher ought to do, even in the lower grades of a remote rural school. That administrative salaries in education are often large does not help in national progress...
...cannot wish it less in quantity; and in the field of political satire, such as the two series of Bigelow Papers, he had a theme and a method precisely suited to his temperament. No American has approached Lowell's success in this difficult genre: the swift transitions from rural Yankee humor to splendid scorn of evil and to noblest idealism reveal the full powers of one of our most gifted...
...however, in "The Hand of God," by Mr. Strout, and "A Glow of Sacred Fire," by Mr. Henderson, both of them stories of rural life and both of them tragic in theme, that the excellence of the present number of the Advocate chiefly consists. Dialect presents many difficulties even for the trained hand, and in this regard Mr. Strout and Mr. Henderson have acquitted themselves remarkably well. Of the two stories the former is the more ambitious, and is, perhaps, partly on that account, the more uneven. The semi-detached prelude, in which for a moment the author intrudes...
George M. Cohan used to sing through his nose and glorify his country. Hodge talks through his nose, but he, too, glorifies the country--the rural regions of it. In this play he is, as usual, just a plain, easy-going country chap, who can faze a multi-millionaire with a shrug of the shoulder. That's probably why Boston likes William Hodge better than Broadway likes him. And that's why, in spite of a rather vapid vehicle, William Hodge will continue to talk through his nose at the Majestic for eight or ten weeks--unless influenza seizes...
This evening, at eight bells of the second dog watch, when the sleep of oblivion is beginning to creep over the rural districts and, by tradition, the Freshman Dormitories, and when the subway-to-Park is just beginning to awake, the sparse but never sad remnants of 1917 will gather from Hollis, from Holworthy, and the furthest confines of West Newton for that annual festival wherein Seniors have attempted since immemorial years to forget, if such a thing were possible, that they are wise...