Word: shay
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Iowa, Bannery Shay Jr., protected by netting over his head and long gloves, set out to shoo a swarm of bees from a tree. A limb of the tree broke, carried the swarm to the ground. The queen bee, followed by others, crept up Shay's trouser-leg. He yanked the top of his trousers away from his middle, stood stock-still. The bees saw daylight, crawled out, buzzed away without stinging Bannery Shay...
...often does lack any feeling for the sociological side of his practice, any bent for an old-fashioned understanding of human nature. The old family doctor was a bit rough-and-ready in his obstetrics when he raced with the stork along snowy roads in a one-horse shay, but he knew something that the modern vintage of physicians too often forgets. Like the great Sir William Osler, he knew that a doctor's ministration is not confined to medicine. Although the specialist in the city may succeed without this full complement of humanity, the man who goes out into...
...myth-conscious? Not by a long shot, not by many generations. But national-myth-lovers feel a lack, wish to hurry a natural process and supply some U. S. legends readymade. Here is Frank Shay's gallant attempt. He has gathered (and perhaps embroidered) yarns about ten mythical U. S. heroes. Says he: "Their achievements are exaggerations. Their sagas are tales of the impossible. They are as American as our national weakness for boasting. They are, after all, ourselves as we might wish to be." Among Shay's figures...
Casey Jones, as all right-thinking men know, was a brave engineer. Minnesinger Shay tacks no embroidery on his tale, contents himself with reprinting a version of the famed ballad beginning, "Come all you rounders if you want to hear...
...Author. Frank Shay, onetime Greenwich Village charter member, lives in Provincetown, Mass., Greenwich Villagers' summer colony. He likes conviviality, and has collected several song anthologies : Iron Men and Wooden Ships, My Pious Friends and Drunken Companions, Drawn From the Wood...