Word: vein
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Since the recent pogroms and reprisals in Germany you have described Jews by injecting a vein which the Jews might well be proud of, but by comparison tends to be made damning. I refer in particular to your Nov. 10 issue which captions a photo of Samuel Untermyer as "Jew Untermyer" and one of Luther as "German Luther." Certainly you are aware that being a Jew is a creed not a nationality. Why not "Protestant Luther'' or whatever his creed may be? Have we not suffered sufficient bigotry without having so unbiased a publication as yours add wood...
...love and its attendant foibles Poet Gogarty's lighter vein is apt: Only the Lion and the Cock, As Galen says, withstand Love's shock. So, Dearest, do not think me rude If I yield now to lassitude, But sympathise with me. I know You would not have me roar, or crow. When he can manage to subdue his wit something simpler and better emerges: I gaze and gaze when I behold The meadows springing green and gold. I gaze until my mind is naught But wonderful and wordless thought! Till, suddenly, surpassing wit, Spontaneous meadows spring...
...Denver go off to the mountains in quest of jackrabbits, and these, in astronomical quantities, are dumped in front of the Post Building for the usufruct of the poor. The Post has always sold coal--its slogan "An Extra Lump With Every Ton" was in Bonfil's best vein. When Denver's physicians announced that most of the jackrabbits had tularemia, and were inedible, when the city sealer declared that every ton of Post coal was short-weight, Mr. Bonfils refused even to be abashed. Did not every paper chute shout "The Denver Post, the People's Big Brother...
Rhys James' use of the Negro dialect is superb. His story has tang and originality. It is a merry tale in an unusual vein and never loses the feeling for childhood or its stormy fun. He returns us to a land we had long lost and so restores a hearty glow we had not felt for so very long a time...
...Gambler, The Nun, And The Radio," which appeared in Scribner's Magazine last spring, is an asset to this collection. It commences in a mad vein but turns rapidly into a dud when the author gets the inspiration toward the end to take several of the characters seriously. This lapse, however, is excusable. Gaetano, the gambler, is an unusual character; Sister Cecilia is the practical nun who prays for Notre Dame in the big game. There is no plot, there are few situations; its virtues may only be ascribed to Mr. Hemingway's consummate technique of making something from nothing...