Word: boar
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...CREAM. "All the books here advertised are good." "No room in TIME for the second-rate." Yet under "Cream of this season's literature" you have as Fiction, Elmer Gantry by Sinclair Lewis as the second book in the list. But on p. 38 under heading of "Bible Boar" you have a scathing criticism of the book in nearly four columns. . . . Such a book in any common use of the word is not "good" and should not be considered or advertised as "Cream." Such contradictions hurt TIME by destroying confidence. It hurts the reader by his losing a guide...
...Stanfield, once a millionaire sheep rancher, neglected a bill of a mere thousand dollars? Perhaps one reason is "The Boar's Nest," famed Washington gambling institution closed a year ago, where Mr. Stanfield's poker is said to have cost him some $250,000. In spite of such unfavorable publicity, he leaves Congress with many friends, who admire him as a gentleman of impulses...
...creek tabernacles, through a hayseed college and seminary to a big-city edifice with a revolving electric cross. But the Arrowsmith plot is altered. This time the Castigator, instead of exerting his greatest efforts in harrying a fine-mettled creature to refuge in the wilderness, singles out the biggest boar in sight and hounds him into a gratifyingly slimy slough. The tale has an obscure hero, another Lewisian lie-hunter who, to purge the last bitter dregs of pity and fear, gets his gentle eyes and mouth whipped to a black pulp by the K. K. K. before...
...Lynxville, Wis., one Percy Eagon of La Crosse, was up a tree. A razorback boar (male hog) had chased him there. The boar was almost as big as a cow. From snout to tail it measured 8 ft. 8 in.; weighed 850 to 900 lb.; had tusks 10 in. long. Two years ago the man first sighted the beast. Last week he caught it unawares and managed to shoot...
King Eadgar and his thanes (so the play goes) have feasted until dawn in the smoky barn-hall at Winchester. The roast boar's head is hewn to skull and tusks. Mead has been spilled on the oak and the king's strong-thewed companions, none over 30, sprawl, snore or listen intently to the end of a long-drawn saga sung by Maccus, the harper. They thump the board with their cups at the finish. The ladies, gathered apart, lament the saga's true-loving hero...