Word: veil
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Dates: during 1910-1919
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...worth neither the expenditure of Mr. Raffalovich's gifts nor the time of the paper maker and the typesetter. Mr. Raffalovich should remember, too, that ever since a certain person, named Defoe, for a few days fooled all the world, critics have justly asked whether irony from which the veil is never once lifted is, after all, quite fair...
...several decades we have plodded placidly along, pointing aimiably to our superior education that teaches the young, the old, the rich, the poor alike and reduces ignorance in the lower classes to a smaller proportion than in any European country. Now the veil is rent and we see a hideous condition of things; and at the same time there appears the root of a number of evils...
...turn out to be so handsome in his new uniform?" Such a reversal of roles is worthy of an article by Mr. Shonts. Is it the war spirit, or what, that has driven the bride's gown into obscurity? The local paper no longer expatiates on "the bride's veil, which her great grandmother's aunt wore during the Revolution," but devotes a whole Society Note to an account of Lieut. Jones's activities at camp, his fighting ancestors, and the probability of his return as a colonel. --New York...
...cheering on Saturdays means much more than the observation of a few hundred men during the week. Lastly, any individual ought to be willing to sacrifice the pleasure of satisfying his curiosity when the success of the football team is at stake. Therefore, let the undergraduate body no longer veil the word "secret" with mysterious, undemocratic meanings...
...class of the mediocre belong the three bits of verse, "The Jap Doll," "Lamentation," and "The Caravan." The first transposes the "Madame Butterfly Motif" into the familiar key of Kipling's dialesticisms. The second is a highly colored trifle as frail as the "jewelled veil gossamer" that its writer mentions. The last is purposeless but inoffensive. Like so much modern verse, all of these compositions lack the bone and fibre of solid thought and poetic necessity. They leave the impression that their authors sat down and cried, "Lo, I must produce a poem," and then cudgelled their brains...