Word: vales
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What does your husband call you-my wife, the missus or my woman? What do you say-a dingle, dale, gulch, dell, vale or gully? Father, pa, pop, popper, pappy, dad or daddy? Has a cherry a seed,.stone or pit? These things you may be asked if you live in New England and if during the next 15 months you do not deliberately snub or elude the inquisitive gentleman who represents the American Council of Learned Societies. Armed with a list of 1,000 questions, he will be combing the countryside, quizzing housewives, laborers, farmers, bankers, fisherfolk. To compile...
...original "professional and business men's" training camps in 1915, as derived from General Wood's organization for summer camps for college men. For his work he received the Distinguished Service Medal. He is a trustee of the Orthopaedic Hospital and Dispensary of New York, and of the Green Vale School, and is a member of the executive committee of the New York Institute...
...Vale and Other Poems" is a slender volume. Threescore short poems and a half-dozen longer ones are all it contains, yet few collections of contemporary verse are so homogeneous. The verses, almost without exception, strike a note of gentle sadness, a tone which pervades the entire book. The title is significant. One feels that A.E. is saying farewell to all the "sweet-memoried" (to use his own phrase), things of earth. It is not an unpleasant theme, but rather one which lends an atmosphere of things long past to verses delicately and sensitively handled...
...Vale and Other Poems" is not an epoch-making volume, but then, in this day of poets and poetasters whose name is legion, it is a pleasant one to read. The poems it contains, though quiet, are profound, and admirers of the author will put it down still assured of the poet's gift...
...Oriental Giles. Blunden looks long at familiar things; sometimes his best poetry is the result: Sprawl not so monster-like, blind mist; I know not "seems"; I am too old a realist To take sea-dreams From you, or think a great white Whale Floats through our hawthorn-scented vale- This foam-cold vale. So long and lovingly does he look that when he speaks, he tells of things many a reader's restless eye may never notice. From love's wide-flowering mountainside I chose This sprig of green, in which an angel shows...