Word: sightly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...University announced last week that hereafter drinking in them would be punished, the Philadelphia press blossomed with predictions that the houses would be raided, the bars smashed. Less impulsive, Penn's administration promised no raiding or snooping if bars and bottles were out of sight by spring. For this wave of righteousness most observers credited President Thomas Sovereign Gates's drive for contributions for Penn's 1940 Bicentennial...
...Waldo Frank returned from Europe to rediscover the U. S. He found it "a hostile waste." Manhattan's skyline failed to impress him: like John Ruskin viewing the exterior of King's College Chapel ("an old sow lying on its back") the sight depressed him. reminded him of "an old comb lacking half its teeth." Manhattanites struck him as "uncomfortable, nervous, harassed, brutal, sullen, dehumanized." The U. S. method of solving social problems roused his scorn: "Folks get drunk on alcohol? Easy: abolish alcohol. . . . Dour dramas corrupted Sweet Sixteen? Easy: censor the drama. Crazy communists upset bedtime story...
...first battle he learned that there was more to soldiering than stopping a bullet. A Creole camp-follower in Nashville did her share in dimming Diana's image. And in his first skirimish Robert found there were too many things happening to think about glorious death. The first sight of a Confederate charge was too much for Robert and his pals; they ran like stags. And there was nothing glorious in being wounded: he thought someone had punched him in the side with a sharp stick...
Readers of Evelyn Scott's The Wave (1929) were much impressed, ranked it among the best Civil War novels vet written. Her books since then have been a continuous disappointment. Last week she annoyed, depressed and bored nearly everyone in sight with a 488-page novel "on the artist and the creative problem." Bread and a Sword was Evelyn Scott's third exhaustive mangling of the same unpopular theme; readers cheered her announcement that it was likely to be her last word on the subject...
...with a chip on his shoulder that eventually lost him the job. Then he took anything he could get: cutting down trees, playing the piano in a cinema, shovelling off sidewalks. When he rose to be part-time gardener for rich suburbanites, it was easily the best thing in sight...