Word: softly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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KEEPING THE PEACE ? Gouverneur Morris ? Scribners ($2.00). Edward Eaton's maternal parent was known in her family as "dear Mother." She was a sweet, soft and pious woman, whose sweetness drove one son to follow the sea, whose softness bred moral degeneracy in another, whose piety did its best to force Edward, an artist of sorts, into the clergy. This jauntily unpleasant book is an attack upon a type of woman to which the term Victorian has often been applied, always inaccurately, since lust, ignorance and bigotry are not the peculiar property of any particular period...
...suits, a grey plaid and a grey with a fine stripe; most of the time he went about in grey flannel "bags" and a sport coat. He succeeded, however, in introducing suede shoes into the country. It was noticed that many males strutted about Belmont Park, shod in the soft rough leather...
...Argentine "Bull Man," continued their exchange of words in adjacent columns of The New York World, preparatory to exchanging blows in the prize ring at Newark on Sept. 11. Wills: "I see that Firpo is bubbling over with confidence. Why pick poor little Harry out as one of his soft victims ? He hasn't broken any man's ribs or jaw around here, has he? Say, I fought little old man Sam Langford* 22 times. I forgot to duck on only two occasions in all that time. I admit I didn't know what...
Walter F. White is a slight, light-haired, blue-eyed, soft-voiced young man, clever, wide-awake, efficient. He writes with skill and force. He has just published his first novel, The Fire in the Flint.* It is a story of the oppression of the Negro race in the South, a story of melodramatic intensity and some bitterness. Walter White knows whereof he writes. He is a Negro. He was graduated from Atlanta University in 1916 and has done graduate work in Economics and Sociology at the College of the City of New York. For a time...
Under a spreading maple tree a chestnut stallion stood. A British prince came and looked upon him. Grand moguls of horse-racing and their wives and friends came and looked upon him. Hoipoloi, riffraff, the rabble of racing looked upon him, gauged their bets. Through it all the soft-eyed chestnut stallion stood placidly, inquisitive but unmoved. He was Epinard, four-year-old French steed, brought to the U. S. by his owner Pierre Wertheimer...