Word: yellowness
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...China without seeing children play, unreproved, the game of cat tails. Two or more stray cats are caught, tied together by their extremities, hung over a convenient limb, and left to claw out each others' eyes and innards. Meanwhile the passing mandarin smiles and coolies stop to widen yellow grins. Thus loom the ingrained traits which made it possible, last week, for certain Chinese irregulars of heathen persuasion to massacre with fiendish cruelty the Roman Catholic natives who once populated Leiyang in Hunan Province...
Next day the New Mexican carried a screamer: "YELLOW . . . Rampageous Wild Ass of Missouri Brays When Called." It was real, old time, Southwestern politics-but it was nothing compared to the heckling Candidate Reed received from a wider press as the result of later speeches...
...Foreign invasion" seemed to him a timely topic in California and he pictured for an audience which had dreamed in childhood of the "Yellow Peril," the ease with which oceans can be crossed, coasts shelled, bombs dropped by little yellow men or big white men. He clarioned the need for a potent standing Army, a potent Navy. Then he tore into his surest spellbinder, G. O. P. iniquities. He called Secretary Mellon a blasphemer and Candidate Hoover a Britisher. Raising his hand with terrible deliberation, he intoned: "I charge President Coolidge with misfeasance in office. . . . He kept this arch criminal...
...inch in diameter.) And he used 350,000 volts of current. Electrons hurtled through the nickel foil, speeding about 150,000 miles a second (four-fifths the speed of light). As beta and gamma rays, similar to the offshoots from radium, they turned acetylene gas into a yellow powder such as scientists never before had seen. They made minerals fluoresce, killed bacteria and insects, burned a rabbit's ears (TIME...
...critic, now the author of a biography of Artist Aubrey Beardsley. His book says little about Beardsley's family, his schooldays, his friends. It conveys scarcely any of the color of the period, already so remote and glittering, in which Beardsley drew his astonishing pictures for The Yellow Book. Only between the somewhat heavy lines of Author MacFall's writing can be discovered the eccentric tragedy of Beardsley's last year of life, when, while he was doing his best drawings for The Savoy, he was living far from London, sick and making dirty pictures. Author MacFall...