Word: sinning
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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First issue of The Graphic Weekly was less attractive than The American Weekly in appearance but, as could have been predicted, much more restrained. It had none of the keyhole-peeping, naughty-prince-and-chambermaid, sin-among-undergraduates, bloody-murder type of article so frequently found in The American Weekly. And its "scientific" articles, favorites of all Sunday editors, were somewhat less imaginative. Features of the first issue: a description of the aborigines of Australia & New Zealand; the child temple-dancers of Bali; Ras Tafari's monogamy; a big-game hunting article, suggesting that African lions are really tame...
...From the Vatican last week came a ruling that in Italy a civil marriage, even though followed by a religious ceremony, would henceforth be known as a "public sin." In republican France, where a civil marriage ceremony is obligatory, such "public sinning" would presumably be overlooked...
...mean, like President Coolidge was against sin?" asked one pert newsman. "What's being done about...
When Uncle Crawford tried to take his niece away Preacher Lowe tried to prevent him. Their argument impressed Brother Semple, brought him a real conviction of sin. He ran away into the darkness, wrestled with himself, decided to turn loose from glory-shouters. But conscience drove him back to confront Preacher Lowe and announce his defection. While Lowe forgivingly prayed for him Semple went away...
...made quick look up. . . ." "Here, being with people was great event." ". . . It was preposterous thing. . . ." But he writes with serious conviction, does not exaggerate nor satirize. John Fort's great-grandfather, unmoved by a camp meeting, fell from his horse on the way home, struck by conviction of sin. Says Fort: "I share his conviction of sin. The thunderous words still follow me as other thunderous and like words follow countless Americans as we ride into the darkness of unknown years. There is no complete escape from the ancestral mould...