Word: soft
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...same C. I. O. pursuing the methods typical of that old master of cunning and conniving, working through the catacombs of politics, pouring oil upon the troubled machinery of national politics so that where the one smashes through in ruthless effort at conquest, the other follows after with soft words, with the trappings of intellectualism and the tenuous and slithering tactics of the ancient masters of deception and ensnaring. We refer to one called Sidney Hillman...
...would be lighter and no simpler to maneuver than a timber-lagged steel tank which this week started on a 1,371-mi. trip from Jersey City, N. J. to Whiting, Ind., at the foot of Lake Michigan. There it will be stood on one end, and, towering Soft., will serve as a low pressure evaporator tower for distilling crude oil for Standard Oil Co. of Indiana ("Stanolind"). Construction and delivery of the tank was accompanied by a great shattering of records. It is the biggest oil evaporator tower in existence. Best man to build it, Stanolind found, was Morris...
...have a dilemma much the same as that of the famous immovable object and irresistible force. Just how those two settled their difficulty is unknown, but George M. Cohan impersonating Franklin D. Roosevelt presents quite an anomaly. For years Mr. Cohan has pleased his audiences by playing the soft-hearted, slightly baffled middle-aged man so accurately described by "Dear Old Daddy," the name of his 1935 offering. He makes no change in his ways in the current piece. And so we find the vigorous charm of the President turned into fuzzy sentimentality. That certainly isn't imitation...
...OTHERS, the first book of poems by Robert S. Hillyer, Boylston Professor of Rhetoric, is now before the public. How poetry lovers will take to Mr. Hillyer's latest work is unpredictable, for in his lambic couplets he has attempted to sound that soothing harmony of compassion tinged with soft, self-childing satire so elusive for the reader to hear yet so pleasant when once heard and held in memory. Whether he succeeds without appearing to descend to the prosaic and the trivial depends entirely on the individual reader...
...their voices coming from far away, from the depths of their exhaustion; the song (low, monotonous, tragic) positively wrung from their entrails, the very sound and expression of an unquenchable and undefeatable vitality. They were mostly young, very young, the month's growth of hair on their faces soft and curling...