Word: cockermouth
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...Epping he had no more power than an honorable member for Deptford, Huddersfield, Moss Side, Smethwick, Penryn, and Falmouth, Tavistock, Penrith and Cockermouth, Spennymoor, The Wrenkin, Tewkesbury (pronounced "tooksbroo") or the 615 constituencies of England, Scotland and Wales. But as Winston Churchill the Elder Statesman, scarred veteran of innumerable parliamentary battles, historian of the World War, novelist, biographer of his ancestors, and the most pungent and expressive critic of Prime Minister Chamberlain, he had an influence, a possible future and a voice in affairs that made his position unique. That he was there at all said much about him, more...
Died. Jonathan M. Denwood, 63, author of Red Ike; after long illness; in Cockermouth, England. Day-time tailor, night-time poacher, spare-time writer, in 1931 after nine years of hawking the manuscript Denwood saw his novel Red Ike chosen book-of-the-month by the English Book Society, sell 30,000 copies within two months. A London literary group invited him to dine. Wrote he: "When my novel was being kicked about from publisher to publisher, I desperately needed money for the first time in my life,-money for the skilled medical attention that would have arrested my malady...
...little he lay very still. There was never any more faltering. An undaunted mind-that was Hardy. He was a great man. That was his hard fate." ¶ Last week from England's Lake District came another literary incident. A Mrs. Jane Jefferson of Youngstown, Ohio, went to Cockermouth to see the birthplace of Poet William Wordsworth. She looked all over town, finally got some one to point out the unmarked house, now a doctor's office. "Young man," cried she, "if William Wordsworth had been born in Youngstown we would have shouted it out to the world...
...variety; for the most part it consists in the rather ingenious phrasing of things which might nearly as well be left unsaid. The leading article, on "Student Guiding at Harvard," finally extracts a good point from a somewhat tedious mass of semi-jocose narrative. The article on "Stevenson at Cockermouth" is distinctly below the literary standard of the Monthly, as it is not clearly about anything, and uses words in a highly erratic fashion. Whether the writer or the editor is responsible for "flys," on page 63, it is certainly not a form to be commended...
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