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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...there is no Golden Rule," says Bernard Shaw, and the mass of Europe and America applauds, and poetizes and paints and composes, not with the aim of laying hold upon the essentially human elements, but rather with the purpose of exhibiting each one his own little individualities; in a word, expressing himself rather than the humanity in himself. And the result is a million divergences with no central standard, and ensuing cultural chaos...
...house was built in 1762 by John Hicks who lived in it with his family until the outbreak of the Revolutionary War. Being an ardent sympathizer with the patriot cause, he received word on April 19, 1775, of the battle of Lexington. He gathered together three friends and rode with them, armed and provisioned, to the North Cambridge turnpike, where he prepared an ambush for the returning red-coats...
...clock on the evening of April 11, the two Germans and the Irishman were bending over maps and weather reports. Twice before that day the weather news had disappointed them. Also, word had come from Paris that Frenchmen were tuning up rival planes. The Germans decided, Fitzmaurice rushed from the room, burst into the Officers' Mess at Baldonnel. "Crack goes the whip, off go the horses, and round go the wheels at 5 o'clock!" he shouted. The report just received from the British Air Ministry said that almost ideal conditions might be expected...
...Noble Jr. of Sanitorium, Miss., for his lofty "Certified by Centuries of Service." Tersely quieting the fears of those who worry about deforestation, the slogan, "Wood, Use It-Nature Renews It," won second prize ($2,000) for Mrs. Dora Davis Farrington of Interlaken, N. J. Less clever, by one word, a Mrs. Maud Burt of Marshalltown, Iowa, thought of "Use It-Nature Renews It," got third prize...
...series of excessively droning monologues Lowell Schmaltz gives himself away to inconceivably long-suffering audiences as a self-satisfied ass thriving in a smug over-convenient America, 1928 model. Lively audiences yawn, groan, escape him, but posterity, trapped by the author's undeniable virtuosity in the spoken word, will listen and believe that the mechanistic ass was typical of the age. And posterity may not detect this flaw: "typical" American butter-and-eggers idolized in Lindbergh all the heroism which their own ready-to-wear existence lacked, and would always prefer a Lindbergh to the "honest-to-God master...