Word: tales
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...history of the agitations for improvements for East Boston during the last generation is generally speaking the tale of the effort of Harvard men living here. That should always be remembered. Editor James E. Maguire in the East Boston Free Press
...first, "The Cat That Lived at the Ritz," is a shrewd and rather cruel story of an American spinster whose corpse, lying in the Paris Ritz, is robbed by her fake-duchess friend and guarded by her lifelong enemy, "the cat that lived at the Ritz." The final tale, "The Apothecary," is a grim parable of the vulgar and aging rich who gather around them impoverished Parisians with cheap titles and cheaper morals. In a "quaint" apartment over an apothecary's shop in the Faubourg St. Germain, a noisy female parasite gives a dinner to consolidate her waning position...
...neither case are there classes to attend, and so, reasons the Senior, there is no need of wearing his regalia. Yet this custom is none of the puerile collegiate tricks to which Harvard long since turned thumbs down; it is a dignified and respected tradition, with a long tale of years behind it. The University, becoming even more amorphous, gives up for the present the claim that a class grows unified in its last year. But there is still time for the Seniors to overcome their reticence or indifference. The June festivities will probably not be barren of caps...
...Henry Ford. Ticker tape winds among the wine glasses. There is a radio loud speaker, a steel safe door, a lamp shaped like the Statue of Liberty, an artificial female in a backless gown. But satire is a rarity with Artist Rivera. Most of his work is a sympathetic tale told with figures that have the bare graphic form of Giotto and the incandescent coloring of the South. Now in his 40's, he was born in a mining town of Guanajuato. His middle-class parents gave him Spanish and Aztec blood. It is only the Aztec heritage that...
Like the spiteful dwarf or pixie in a fairy tale, the Rt. Hon. Philip Snowden made all sorts of mischief, last week, in the House of Commons. He may even have lost (or, by a strange paradox, won) the coming General Election for his party (Laborite). Insulting Frenchmen, roiling Italians, vexing U. S. statesmen and bringing tears to the eyes of His Majesty's Foreign Secretary, Sir Austen Chamberlain, were a few of the pixie's mischiefs. Mentally Mr. Snowden is honest, alert, fearless. Long years of suffering from a spinal affliction have warped him physically, reduced...