Word: soulfulness
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...know what was going on a short distance outside of space during the week which preceded the beginning of time. TIME almost knows that, however, and wonder at the comprehensive material presented in the soul of wit of its welcomed weekly pages. . . . Being an idealist with a desire to see everybody excepting myself good and correct at all times I observed an error of statement in a recent number of TIME. According to the editor breeding places of all but four of our North American birds were known. I naturally asked about Ross's goose which had been left...
...made up my mind that I was not one bit better than the meanest of the earth. I said then, and I say now, that while there is a lower class, I am in it; while there is a criminal element, I am of it; while there is a soul in prison, I am not free...
...Frank N. D. Buchman, "Soul Surgeon" and "Anti-Auto-erotist" invited 150 persons to his Manhattan residence, last week, to meet Queen Marie, to whom he was presented on the Leviathan a fortnight ago (TIME, Oct. 18). The Queen did not appear. Mr. Buchman wrote "Ambassador Hotel, to meet Queen Marie" with a red pencil on 150 blank white cards. Then he and his guests trooped to Her Majesty's apartments in the Hotel Ambassador, presented their cards, were presented to the Queen...
...circularize through the mail. "If Paul of Tarsus [loud cheers for Paul, 'the first Christian go-getter'] was not above inditing epistles to Thessalonia, I'm not above writing letters to the Bronx." When a belated spark of rebellion lights up Mr. Midge's poor soul, family responsibilities smother it to death. Mr. McEvoy's brilliant lines are aided by effective staging in the "constructivist" technique-spotlighting that reveals, in various quarters and levels of the same stage, several different offices, the Midge parlor, a radio concert in the making, and other snapshots of life...
...song in hellish profusion-and especially Lya de Putti, vampire extraordinaire. After a little of this, Satan chases the poor young man back to his poor sweetheart and the tenements, evidently to earn that "hour at the gates of Paradise'' which frequent subtitles guaranteed for every soul that resisted him. The Griffith love scenes are always poignant, original, intense; the photography masterful; he seems to make his actors do better than their best. But his screen story, at most, is a good little "morality" play that unfortunately aspired to Satanic grandeur...