Word: wiseness
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Organizer Ben Berk promptly complained to the National Labor Relations Board that Endicott Johnson inspired the letter, thereby violating the Wagner Act. When George F.'s visiting friends presumably spoke for themselves last week, NLRB was still investigating Berk's complaint. In the circumstances, wise old George F. confined himself to the business at hand. Said he: "I haven't in my heart ill will toward a single soul this morning. How could I have, with this expression in front...
...play was Waiting for Lefty, by Clifford Odets. Two months later. Lefty was running full blast in one Broadway theatre, Odets' Awake and Sing! in another, and critics were writing elaborate Sunday articles about the author. The Left theatre had become an exciting reality for people in no wise Left-minded, and when 28-year-old Odets was not being hailed as the Boy Wonder of the U. S. theatre, he was being acclaimed as its White Hope...
...Twenty-two). Said he: "This will create a major issue. . . . I'll have to go home and say, 'Darling, I don't know whether you can stand this or not, but I joined the A. F. of L.'* This makes me a reactionary." Then publicity-wise Author-Actor Lewis kissed his sponsor (Helen Hayes), posed for pictures, chortled: "Thank God for the photographers. I didn't know Actors' Equity was like this. Why didn't I join before...
...then, there he was on the platform, that kindly smile, a twinkle in his eyes. The Vagabond thought of that wise saying--it's credited to Mrs. Hocking--that when Mr. Frost lectures, he thinks out loud, and his thoughts are worth listening to. He was thinking out loud now, ideas on college, "the four years of shelter from a hard world, the four years of beautiful leisure." The Vagabond remembered that it had been Mr. Frost who had told him that of all the things in college, only two were worthwhile for a person of artistic leanings, "sports...
...home and he couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Frost. He was cavalier. He wasn't scholarly. He was almost home-spun. He was definitely provincial, definitely New England. Yet any man with that twinkle in his eye, with that simplicity that couldn't be dismissed must be eminently wise. The Vagabond wishes he could hear Mr. Frost more often. Every time he sees the birch trees he will think of that lecture and the next time the poet of New England comes to Harvard the Vagabond will be there, sitting in the front...