Word: skilling
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...artist for the uninitiate who are either baffled or enraged by his splashes of paint, the occasionally grotesque appearance of his great clown's heads, his brick-colored nudes. But no knowing art student could enter the Rouault exhibition in Manhattan last week without recognizing with what extraordinary skill this same splashing of paint recreates the luminous greens, reds and blues of the stained glass with which Rouault first worked, without feeling the Byzantine richness of the work...
Through the years when he was busily building his fortune and reputation, "Tom" Sopwith kept his hand in at yachting. Five years ago, aged 40, he popped up as owner of Mouette which he sailed himself with astonishing skill. Two years ago he bought Shamrock V, Lipton's last challenge sloop, won season's honors with her against the King's cutter Britannia, 24 Hags...
Those who judge professors by their eloquence or skill in "spoon-feeding" ought seduously to avoid Professor Abbott's lectures. I hope there are some others who believe that the true office of a teacher is to suggest and guide rather than to stuff or entertain. (Name Withheld by Request...
...have remarked before on the strenuous pastimes of A. Lawrence Lowell, President emeritus. Many Harvard boys pride themselves on their prowess during Marblehead Race week, on their skill in trimming a lib, or on their strength on the main sheet, leaving their Socratic mentors in the Yard to find them new questions for the winter bluebook season. But they do not leave Dr. Lowell behind. Harvard's honored ex-president spent three days of July cruising from Mr. Desert Island in Maine, to Marlon on the Cape, and had so much animal spirits left when he arrived there that...
...Abbot at the monastery at Samos, while Byron raged with fever, allowing no one in his cell, breaking up the last shred of furnishing, beating Bruno, his unfledged physician, over the head. Bruno tore his hair, gnashed his teeth, wept because he had no power to use his poor skill on his master; the monks trembled and prayed. News of action came. Byron recovered overnight, set forth with miraculous energy; "I believed myself on a fool's errand from the first," he wrote, but he endured everything, the lies of the Greeks, the embezzlement of his lieutenants, physical sufferings...