Word: writing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Anyway, I was angry with the editors of the great University daily, and I sent them a statement reading: "I do not choose to write for the CRIMSON in 1927." That of course, cleared everything up and yesterday morning I read in the CRIMSON--the man across the hall overslept that Joe Forecast was again to contribute weekly wisps of wisdom to its readers. Knowing there was only one Joe, unless you count Joe, Jr.--but that is another story--I went post haste to the imposing edifice on Plympton Street to investigate. A heated colloquy with the genial President...
...more a pleasure because it was unexpected. I really didn't intend to write for the CRIMSON this year. After my unprecedented success--I say this with modesty--last season; I was approached by many syndicates with attractive propositions. And I was surely tempted to dip my pen in an inkpot of gold--to use a rather neat figure of speech--and join the tabloid ranks as an expert writer. But the tabloid writers type with only one finger, while two Forecast digits rattle the keys, yea even three or four in moments of excitement, so I realized I should...
Known the world over as the greatest living prognosticator, he will write weekly articles, picking the winners, giving the scores, and predicting the outstanding plays of all the major football games this fall BEFORE they are played. His articles will appear in the CRIMSON every Saturday morning...
This spiritual politeness of her subject is doubtless what brought Miss Gather, who is not a Catholic, to write his story. His nature leaves her free to chronicle every aspect of the vast country in which he worked and where she, three quarters of a century later, annually repairs for enlargement of the spirit. Into his pious story she can bring a wealth of unchurchly anecdotes because, trekking around his desert diocese on his cream-colored mule, Bishop Latour was respectfully studious of its folklore. He was austere towards priests like Padre Martinez, the bison-shouldered Mexican at Taos, brazen...
...feared, has entered into the Bureau to such an extent that the individual, his rights and interests, has ceased to count: filing systems, ever more elaborate, even to the point of completely baffling the office force; questionnaires, ever more personal, so much so that the applicant for work must write home before he can proceed intelligently; ever increasing routine, requiring reports and whatnot, under dire threat of being blacklisted at the Bureau. The tyranny of so-called efficiency has reached new heights this fall with the requirement that applicants file pictures of themselves and a budget for their year...