Word: solemnization
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...hour of Goethe's death, 11:25 a. m., every belfry in all Germany sent forth last week a solemn tolling. Lumps rose in millions of German throats. Gasped President Peterson of the Goethe Society, fighting to master his emotions, "Goethe was ours...
...Dublin events quick-stepped both day and night. To become President, Mr. de Valera had had to oust President Cosgrave (TIME, Feb. 29). But Enemies de Valera and Cosgrave are both devout Catholics. United by Rome, they knelt together at a solemn votive mass in St. Mary's, Dublin's procathedral, before starting their battle in Dublin's parliament. Sarcastically Battler Cosgrave said, "We will give President de Valera every opportunity to develop his policies. We don't want to hear his explanations of policy?we want to see what he is going...
...brother-in-law of Nicholas II, handsomely strides in his new autobiography. For several years "Sandro" (the Grand Duke) and "Nicky" (the Emperor) lived with their wives in adjoining suites in the same palace. In Alexander's book, already a best seller, there are epic passages of solemn grandeur and there is enough spice to suit spice-hounds...
...consolation the Vagabond turns back the pages of history. Time and space may be the loci of preheusions for Professor Whitehead, but they are nothing to the Vagabond when a fellow spirit calls. Back in 1342 in Germany lived a great man. He masqueraded as a solemn monk, peering from beneath his cowl with an impish grin. He told ribald jokes before embarrased burgers and their daughters in the Church, Square. He put frogs in the Papal Legate's bed. But his escapades led to the scaffold and Till Eulenspeigel danced for the last time, with his feet...
...Paris the high priests of Bacchus now hold forth. But in these degenerate days no furied band of Maenads follows beloved Liber's route, for only a solemn group of graybeards meets to celebrate the triumphal offerings of the vine. They gather, whiff the sacred fragrance, and sip, nor do they ever drink to the joys of youth and songs of pleasure. They are sad, as wine has made them sad; the fields of Bacchus have been sullied by the mundane and unworthy impious of the temple of Mercury. The cratera is empty, while cases of gin replace the dusty...