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While the strong men of China welter in anarchy (see above), and her great diplomats flounder be wildered (see below), are there not any cool-browed, wise Chinese wives who keep their own council but contrive to be more important than they seem - perhaps most important? There are many such. But only two wise wives loom from China today upon the international scene. Of these two, one is, strictly speaking, a widow. Both learned the wiles of men and nations...
...middle-sized men-welter-weights-looking small in the big ring at Madison Square Garden, under a motionless pour of white light like metallic milk, scuffed and bobbed and perked and knuckled. One was named Joe Dundee, the other Eddie Roberts. A month ago Roberts knocked Dundee out in one round. Wise people did not think he could do it again. The betting was even. Well did little Dundee show that he deserved this confidence when, after taking a count of eight in the fourth round, he came out of his corner like a loose propeller, pounded Roberts bloody until...
...self education, and that to force a boy, beyond a certain point, to remain in school and do set tasks in which he takes no interest may stultify his mind and fret his character." This attitude is a revival of humanism and is a ray of light in a welter of academicians whose pedagogical zeal has overruled their sanity. When its truth is realized one may look for a disentanglement of the educational problem which especially in America, is growing dangerously complex...
...welter flash raucous snatches of prairie humor, vivid actions, scatterbrained flights of self-pitying, self-despising, pagan philosophy. The father looms as a monument of malicious, brooding egotism. Brother Tom is a semi-imbecile with a bulbous head, liquid eyes and great sensitivity; he married a Danish farm wench and went to Mexico City to found a socialist commonwealth...
...custom of a monthly magazine called The Mailbag (monthly; published in Cleveland; slogan, "All about direct-mail-advertising") to comment upon or reproduce advertisements which, in the Mailbag's judgement, have emitted a definite sparkle in the thick welter of advertisements-blatant and humble, proud and straining, prosaic and hysterico-lyrical-that fill the public prints. Lately, the Mailbag found a gem. It was in the American Mercury and it advertised that melange of outgrown modes and manners, The Mauve Decade by Thomas Beer (TIME, July 5, BOOKS), not only in the curlicued typefaces of 30 years...