Word: swift
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...correspondent, a regular contributor to the London Times. None knew better than he how busy the "international road," the press, is kept by the pagan deities in question. None knew better how Venus, having maddened or blessed some hot Italian poet, some Indian rajah or swart Turk, makes her swift progress from the harem or a Paris divorce court to U. S. breakfast tables. None knew better how religion might be jostled by Mammon, despatches from an ecumenical council vying for space with the details of a petroleum coup or soap king's testament. Mars, the god who more...
...Arrow-swift, a darting racing car swept over the Etruscan Appennines last week, scaled with a virile roar the heights of Monte Titano, swept into the Borgo of San Marino, oldest* and smallest† republic in the world. Behind, far behind, panted a lumbering caravan of limousines. Before they had scaled the nearly perpendicular republic, Signor Mussolini had leaped from his racer, received the respectful welcome of the two Capitani Reggenii (Regents) of San Marino. As the swaying limousines drew up, there clambered out, Signora Mussolini (Rachele Guidi), their daughter Edda, their sons Bruno and Vittorio. Round about stood...
...Vigilant Wets howled about a Government which tried to poison its drinkers. Said the New York World: "Jonathan Swift had much the same idea of a short cut to the solution of a vexatious problem when he wrote his Modest Proposal for Preventing the Children of Poor People from being a Burden to their Parents or the Country. Swift's proposal was to fatten the children and then eat them. Swift wrote in irony. The Prohibition Bureau is in earnest. The goal of its research is a poison which will kill...
Inspection! The Herr President did not stroll past the guardsmen, chatting with one of his ministers as a "civilian" would have done. Stopping before each soldier he inspected his equipment with a swift kindling glance. Upon one soldier whose right boot was but indifferently polished the President bestowed a curt rebuke, greeted with a smile and handshake three of his favorite guardsmen whom he found impeccable...
...live ad agency's copy writer has caught TIME'S style. His production of snappy copy has averaged as well if not better than any issue of TIME. You will be frank to admit, I am sure, that not all of your staff members can maintain the swift pace set for them by the master author of TIME'S unique manner of expression. You are fortunate in having this series in the hands of one who could take his place among your capable group of reporters without your readers ever missing a bit of your clever flow...