Word: self
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...repelled by the picture thus presented. If the student is interested, he will probably investigate the matter further; if repelled, he can cross off one branch of business from his list and devote his attention to those which remain. As Douglas Fryer points out in his book, Vocational Self Guidance, the essential need is not for guidance but for stimulation, for thinking on the basis of accurate information. The report has stressed this point and I am in hearty agreement with its recommendation...
...TIMERS profit by the misthinks or mistakes. Let none therefore mistake me for a TIME naggler in correcting TIME'S adequate account of Manhattan's Architectural League Exhibition. The small mistake appears in TIME'S reference to "small" Harvey Wiley Corbett, noted for his tall self and tall towers. Lofty-spire-and-pediment-building Corbett stands well over six feet on the bare foot...
Mayor Hague has been under investigation by a Republican legislature at Trenton. The charges against him have been municipal graft and corruption. The potent Jersey Journal has raked him with editorial criticism. Chief exhorter against him has been one James Burkitt, a rangy Alabaman and self-styled "Jeffersonian Democrat." Not a candidate himself, "Jeff" Burkitt sought to "sell good government" to Jersey City. His loud, vote-swaying cry was against the exorbitant taxation which has driven many a manufacturer out of Jersey City during the Hague...
...martyrdom was in vain, though the sacrifice was terrible and though the tangible results seem vague. The very fact that we are here thinking and talking of these things means some thing. Culture turns on a slow wheel. . . . It is as incredible that Don Mellett's self-sacrifice, dying that others might live, will fail to cast its radiance upon striving millions as that the morning Summer sun shall fail to awaken the sleeping earth, open the petals of the nodding flowers and scatter the miasmic mists of darkness. This is the measure of our faith...
Fragmentary, obscure, scattered in the recriminations of a self-tormented man, the narrative of Poet Robinson's new work engrosses the reader's efforts, distracts him from the tragic beauty of eerie moonlight, wraiths, tortured souls. Pieced together, the fragments recount Cavender, a man, virile, sensitive, arrogant, none too faithful to Laramie, his charming wife. Suspecting that she in turn had been unfaithful to him, he dashed her over a cliff. When early workmen found her body in the gorge below, he left the village, brokenhearted. For twelve years he wandered and wondered, hoping that he had been justified...