Word: scornfully
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...sure to get in a House before the summer's over. A lot of guys drop out. And anyway, even if you don't; a lot of fellows prefer to live outside. Some of the ritzyest ones scorn the Houses. It really is just as nice outside the Houses, and some ways better. There's more freedom and everything...
...month pension plan, in May 1936-seemed almost eager to get behind bars. He was planning, he said, to work on his autobiography during his incarceration. He scoffed at efforts on the part of Senator William G. McAdoo, who in the past had made no secret of his scorn of Planner Townsend, to get him pardoned...
Dedicated to President Roosevelt, "repositor of the great naval tradition of the United States," most of Author Pratt's 496-page book celebrates the U. S. Navy in action. On the theoretical and political side, from Revolutionary to modern times, his limited comment consists mainly of scorn for the "pinchpenny pacifists in Washington...
Tempters only arouse his scorn. Assassins only increase his submission. Out of such an attitude comes the play's blazing religious exaltation, its lack of psychological drama. The great heroes of tragedy are inwardly lacerated; Becket is not. Hence the first half of the play is mainly declamatory. But in the second half Poet Eliot's richly cumulative rhetoric takes fire, makes antiphonal voices of his despairing chorus of women, his truculent band of murderers, his central, uplifted archbishop...
...William Shakespeare, acting version by Charles Hopkins; produced by the New York State Federal Theatre Project). Last week Broadway had its first chance to see Coriolanus since 1885. The play has never prospered in the theatre because, while it has high temperatures of rage and subnormal chills of scorn, it seldom strikes the 98.6° of ordinary human emotion. But what Broadway saw last week was a story which, though it lacks tremolo, shrills along as vibrant and masculine as a trumpet call...