Word: uncleanly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Pork is a good food. One of the best. Religion may forbid it, but that idea will die with the older generation. While pork has been avoided with horror for generations as 'unclean,' it is now being eaten by our younger generation...
...must not lift your head for seven centuries. This unfortunate class, numbering today more than 3,000,000 Japanese (1% of the population), is traditionally made up of the descendants of prisoners taken in battles now remote, forgotten, nameless. Gradually they have been declared "outcast," "defiled," "unclean" and "less than human...
Since then (56 years) the Japanese people have been losing, ever so slowly, the disgust and loathing which they felt formerly for the Eta. In the Japanese army there are now two Generals who are said to be of the "unclean". Reputedly they dare not admit this stigma, and only speak to others of their class in secret places, usually at night. At the Imperial University of Kyoto only one instructor has admitted that he is of the "Defiled Ones." Each year he defiantly announces to his students: "I am an Eta. Let any who are revolted not seek...
...autobiography will sell these days without some pranks at Yale. So Mr. Lardner recalls football days under John Paul Jones, a grandfather of Coach Tad Jones. He tells how a big guard named Heffelfinger got called down for unclean nails; how Brinck Thorne got his neck tickled by Ted Coy. There actually are three men by those names, and Mr. Lardner knows it. Books have been written before this on the theory that people dislike seeing their names in print and will pay $1.75 to keep at least one copy out of circulation...
...slum of light and sweetness compared to London's drab East End. Mist from the Thames and smoke, soot-laden, wrap the long Limehouse streets in a depressing pall of grey. Vice in the East End is as commonplace as elsewhere, though perhaps a bit more furtively unclean. Yet East End squalor has its attractions for aristocrats. Smart Londoners go there occasionally, as do Manhattanites to Harlem's "Black Belt." Blue-blooded Socialists like Lady Cynthia Mosely, daughter of the late Marquess Curzon of Kedleston, dabble there in soapbox oratory.* Thither, for an escape from decorum, went last week Edward...