Word: sad
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Cabled despatches, possibly tampered with by the Soviet Censor, have uniformly declared that Trotsky left Moscow in the passive presence of a crowd which merely collected at the station, sang Communist songs, and wailed, "Oh how sad!" as his train chuffed...
...sculpture, at the Rehn Gallery, was certainly the best exhibition seen in Manhattan since Jacob Epstein flashed his gauche madonnas on a startled babbittry (TIME, Nov. 28). Those who like to read sermons into clay could speak about the "dignity of toil." Sculptor Young had modeled peasants with sad and sensitive faces, a young girl (Spring in Brittany), Porteuse de Pain, and Porteuse de Poissons, figures of women bent beneath burdens, so as to include not a story but the pitying emotion of a fine novel in their strong and individual faces. His prizefighters were less successful...
...ringed and shadowy eyes of animals, more clearly than in the secretive countenance of man, is expressed the mystery, the dark sorrow of existence. Of all beasts, dogs are perhaps the most melancholy in their looks; of all dogs, the slouching basset hound is the most sad. Of all basset hounds, none is more woebegone, more tragic than a certain basset hound puppy. Last week he sat nuzzling his weak chin into the loose bib of flesh which an arbitrary heredity has draped around his neck. In the kennels, at Huntington, L. I., of Gerald M. Livingston, his forlorn yapping...
...More sad, if possible, would have been his looks had he been aware that life, for all princes a prison, is cruel especially to a prince of basset hounds. Had he, last week, been carried from his country kennel to Madison Square Garden, where the 52nd Annual Dog Show of the Westminster Kennel Club was in progress, his sensitive heart must have trembled with the terror that afflicts a small boy when he is taken, for the first time, to school. Unlike poodles or pomeranians, basset hounds are not pleased by admiring stares; they prefer running in the fields...
That subject of perennial attack, the American educational system, is assailed anew in a series of articles in the current New Republic, entitled "Adult Education", with a zeal so Menckenesque that it seems almost homesick away from the more familiar pages of the Mercury. Witness this description of the sad fate of the products of the present system: "Most Americans seem to have reached mental old age at the age of thirty. They reflect in stereotypes; they converse in slogans; their thinking is reiteration, and their action consequently--violence." The remedy, say these critics, lies in continuing the educational process...