Word: vales
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...hastening a renewal of this old acquaintanceship their efforts are to be commended. Shaking hands and cancelling old grudges is a more delicate maneuver for rival athletic associations than it is for quarrelsome small boys, but in this case little excuse remains for a longer postponement of the truce. Vale Daily News...
...twinkling-eyed, cherubic-countenanced old Irishman who grumbled thus, last week, is George Moore, 75, litterateur, epicure, and naughty-man-of-letters. Few smart, well-read folk do not know his Confessions of a Young Man; his great trilogy Ave, Salve, Vale; and his more recent elusively rich and moving Heloise and Abelard (1921). The trouble with these works is, however, that they appeal merely to a small group, select and perhaps elect. Not until last week did George Moore know the crude, earthy, tangible joy of having written a play which London proceeded to applaud, not merely from...
However soiled the letter columns of the intellectual magazine have been with scholastic dispute and literary name-calling, the private citizen was always secure in being able to turn to something wholesome like politics. But the new intelligence has all the while been eating into this happy vale of candidness, as the edge of a milltown eats into the virgin forest. Singularly untouched hitherto, and the more pathetic in downfall for that reason is the situation of Mayor Walker of New York...
...SPIRIT OF ST. Louis-Edited by Charles Vale-Doran ($2). After Charles Augustus Lindbergh's airplane had carried him safely to Paris, there occurred an immediate and overwhelming outburst of bad poetry. Even the more hardened practitioners of this difficult art found their emotions titillated; more than 3,000 of them sent verses to a prize contest conducted so as to determine who had written the best poem about Lindbergh. The three prizewinning poems, and the 97 next best now appear in a book: The Spirit of St. Louis. Five hundred dollars, the first prize, was very appropriately awarded...
There follow in rapid succession the Vale of Tempe, the summit of Parnassus, scaling the Acropolis at midnight, wooing the Maidens of the Porch by Attic moonlight, swimming the Hellespont, climbing Stromboli and Vesuvius, trying to swim from whirling Charybdis to rocky Scylla, singing "Funiculi, Funicula" in the Blue Grotto to an English girl with an Alice-blue Rolls-Royce, climbing Aetna, playing Ulysses ("handsome, heaven-sent Greek") to a 65-year-old bobbed grandmother's Calypso, and reading "The Return of Ulysses" at Ithaca, having completed what was begun, a trip in the wandering wake of Ulysses doing...