Word: sorrowfully
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...shrines throughout the Roman Catholic world, millions of silent, smoky candles burn out their brief lives. In sum they make a mighty flame of devotion. Singly, each is to some inarticulate worshipper a symbol of prayer, sacrifice, joy or sorrow. Compounded not of tears or smiles but of beeswax, tallow, paraffin, a candle is a concrete thing. It costs money. Traditional practice in Europe (and lately in some U. S. dioceses) is to set a box of candles by every shrine, let the faithful help themselves and leave a small offering in return. Last week this practice was banned...
...best words of condolence are insufficient to express to you our sorrow and sympathy in this bereavement of yours. But we can at least assure you this: No parents could have a more heroic son than Robert who gave up his own life that others might live. He dared Might and died to defend Right for humanity and civilization. To say that he was fighting for China alone would be belittling his gallant and humanitarian deed, because it is for humanity and justice that he died. The name of Robert Short will live long in the scroll of honor...
Under the auctioneer's gavel last week went famed 101 Ranch, bringing sorrow to the hearts of many a cowboy, cowgirl, Indian chief & squaw, including onetime Cowboys Will Rogers & Tom Mix, but mostly to the heart of Col. Zachary Taylor Miller, owner, who lay abed ill with a shotgun standing in the corner...
...bottom has dropped out of everything. Gone sour are the immaterial wines of love, hope, desire. Sole remaining comfort, a drop of real grape, his family has denied him because it made him rowdy. Consolation he finds "by coming here and reminding myself that, while my sorrow is real enough now, all I should have to do would be to take a thimbleful of wine and it would be gone." Touched to the heart the Maestro leans over to him, whispers: "Excuse me, but won't you at least permit me to brush that fly off your forehead...
...only joy to the old couple whose dead grandchild had trained it to perch on their shoulders, peck at their ears. But the old couple thought the bird sang only to ease their mourning, that the cat planned death to their particular bird, that the stars wept for their sorrow...