Word: sadly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...clothes help to make the woman. Accepted connoisseur in the modern fine art of collecting husbands, "Miss" Joyce reveals in the Boston Herald that by your tie you shall be classified as Gentleman, Rounder, or Non-entity. Applicants for the process of re-Joycing must remember the sad case of the man who followed her from Paris to the Lido by way of Monte Carlo. As she naively remarks: "Moon-bright Venetian nights nearly made me think I loved him." Then one morning the poor fellow dared to approach her in white socks...
...Editor's Note: After reading the above commentaries from the Yale News, one instinctively feels that something ought to be said in, reply, if only from an altruistic desire to enlighten the New Haven editors and put them on their guard. But the case looks very sad, and it is extremely doubtful if such an attempt will meet with any success...
Returned to Liverpool from the U. S. last week sad-eyed Sir John ("Simon Report") Simon, Chairman of the Indian Statutory Commission. Said...
...great shock to the Zlotniks, the filthy cellar "apartment" under the "L" a worse shock still. Mother Suré wore herself out as usual trying to make and keep a decent home. Before she died of cancer she saw many a sad change come over her beloved family: her eldest son married to a wife whose family looked down on the Zlotniks, Anshel no longer cantillating the Book of Esther, but slaving in a shirt factory, her daughter Dvoyrele living in sin with an impoverished sculptor. But Death saved her from seeing the culmination of her daughter's tragedy...
Even the title of Robinson's latest poem has a tragic irony. Nightingale is the name of the piece's villain; the glory of the Nightingales comes to a sad end. As the poem opens, middleaged, destitute, half-starved Malory, onetime bacteriologist, now a tramp, is walking country roads towards the town of Sharon, on his way to an act he thinks Fate requires of him. In his pocket is the infinite wealth of a revolver. He is going to kill Nightingale, once his best friend, his onetime rival in love, his onetime benefactor, then his ruin...