Word: touching
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...north coast is Sociedad Colombo Alemana de Transposes Aereos, commonly called SCADTA. Head of SCADTA is redoubtable Dr. Peter P. von Bauer, an Austrian who has become a Colombian citizen. He is the aeronautical yes-no man of the country. Whoever wishes to touch Colombia with aviation lines must man fully deal with him. Pan-American traded rights with him in order to complete its Caribbean line from Panama to Port of Spain, Trinidad. He demanded and received the right to run SCADTA planes from Barranquilla, Colombia, to Panama...
...estimation, the reason for this popularity of the wild rose, is because of its aggressive assertion of itself. It is thorny and disagreeable to the touch, a thing we do not want in a national flower. If it is picked, it wilts in a few minutes. It comes out a beautiful pink, but before it dies it has faded to a colorless existence. Farmers root it out, as its luxuriant growth soon ruins the fences over which it sprangles. Not one of the phases of its short life, is connected with our desires in a national emblem. The only claim...
William Tatem Tilden II, 36, was defeated last week. Four games he won in the first set, only one in the second. In the third Henri Cochet was leading him 5-1. Suddenly, for a moment, returned the Tilden touch. His serves streaked into the court, changed direction when they struck, bounded far out of reach. His drives skimmed the net, his kills were invincible. But when the score was 5 to 5, Tilden's last fling was over. Valiantly he fought but Cochet took the next two games, the match...
...could still "sack the lot" because, hale at 82, he was retaining his majority of Guardian stock, and his office of "governing director" (publisher). Nor was the editorship passing far from his touch. To fill his shoes Editor Scott had trained up his son, Edward Taylor Scott, now 45, a quiet, Oxford-educated economist...
...always avert his eyes. In any case, the artist who considers the taste of the masses is a fool and is stultifying his own art. . . . In all beauty there is an element of strangeness, of unfamiliarity, which ordinary, non-creative people find alarming. . . . In my Night there is a touch of the inhuman. That is appropriate to the vast, vague idea of night. You could not personify such an idea by an ordinary pretty human figure...