Word: youthful
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Fine touches like this lift the rest of the company into proper importance. Peggy Wood Plays Portia with a humor--in the Elizabethan sense--that erases the memory of wooden Shakespearean heroines. And she is not Junoesque. Bassanio's suit was somehow less plausible for the youth of his friend Antonio; the lines of both were carefully read. Shock-headed and slant-eyed Rummey Brent gave nonchalance to Launcelot Gobbo, and little more can be done with...
...inaugurating such a course, M. I. T. seems to forget that in its sports it has the best possible instructor in team work. For years the worth of sports has long been argued to lie in the team spirit so valuable in later years which they give the youth for a heritage. Certainly an hour of rowing on the basin in rough weather will teach far more than the drone of a lecturer's voice over an equal stretch of time. It seems unfortunate that an adidtional burden should be added to a curriculum already as crowded as that...
...hope is destroyed by her own suspicion that she cannot consistently play the part; by Raymond's discovery of her identity with Marjorie Wynne; and, climactically, if somewhat comically, by the revelation of her lowly origin. For her mother, "betrayed" in her youth by a gentleman (Daisy-Daphne's father), rises out of her recaptured East Sheen respectability, and waddles into Raymond's parental drawing-room to inquire into the intentions of Daisy's young...
...Author Powell; and it is very pleasant, now, when most first-novelists are either rabid and wild-eyed sophisticates or intellectual inverts with empty heads, to read what has been written by someone who is neither ashamed or proud of naivete, who carries in her mind the torture of youth more brightly than its touch. The book is as interesting as a secret; it is too bad that Author Powell speaks on page 6 of Aunt Jule's "black hair piled in sleek coils" and on page 191 of Aunt Jule remembering "her hair, golden like Linda...
Harvard might be tempted merely to sigh contemplatively, and cock one eye on the tablets in the locker house that once announced records as good as the best. Young blood, young vigor, seriousness in sports . . . all very well, for those who still play with the zest of youth; here at Harvard, a tired savoir faire is said to have taken their place. Harvard might, indeed, merely sigh, or even yawn, if this were true, but, sadly enough for the erudite gentlemen who delight in classifying the University and all its contents with one clever phrase, not all the instinct...