Word: witnesses
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Very late in the year appeared Thomas Hardy's "Human Show, Far Phantasies, Songs, and Trifles," a book of poems which, though chiefly written late in his life show that this very great writer still has undiminished strength and beauty of expression, quiet wit and sometimes grim but always sympathetic outlook. John Masefield's "Trial of Jesus" is a dramatic rendering of the gospel narrative, using largely the biblical expressions in a manner which is decidedly interesting. As acted in Masefield's own small theatre it is said to have been moving and impressive. Cameron Rogers has compiled an interesting...
...modifying effect upon the whole structure of American college education. Less and less faith will be placed, for example, in the importance of lectures, and more and more regard will be given to all those efforts which the student is led to undertake largely upon his own initiative to wit, energetic collateral and "outside" reading, debate among his fellows, and direct learning from qualified preceptors. In short, American colleges and universities, many of which have recently taken steps similar to that now ordered at Harvard in relaxing the rigidity of classroom requirements, seem in general to be moving more...
...Discreet observers refrained from attributing a motive to King Ferdinand. They noted well a sentence which dropped from his lips on Jan.1, 1926. Gazing down upon his little grandchild, the King remarked, "So this is my New Year. ..." It was obvious to the dullest wit that the baby Prince Michel is not likely to obstruct the policies of Ferdinand of Hphen-zollern-Sigmaringen and Marie of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha. Ironists recalled that for many years Ferdinand and Marie were estranged by a tertium quid, Helene Vacarescu...
Journalistic wit and an old proverb united delectably on the front page of yesterday's Boston Herald. A telephone call, which specified house and street, but not the need, sent an engine of the Atlantic fire department clanging out into the snow. The destination was quickly attained, but, before the men could inquire into the cause of their summons, a low wail descended from a snowy tree. Like Androcles, the fire fighters hesitated. But the cry, like the unspecific lament of a hoot owl, did not betray whether it sprang from bird, beast, or fish. Yet it darted so pitifully...
...others who leaven the leaf, fancies a soggy and undistinguished nation as the ultimate in America. But the Romans who, after all, made themselves a fairly energetic and successful nation for some time, were not always mature in their warrings or in their peace. And a certain playwright and wit has not yet learned to credit Britain with a complete maturity. Prosperous playboys Americans may be this diagnostician of the great American malady has found them that but at least they have not reached the complete decadence of a stultifying senility...