Word: essays
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...final examination period, and, according to a preliminary announcement handed to the Faculty last week, all "Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 9" courses will hold examinations on that last day. At least five of these courses are large ones, involving from 100 to 200 bluebooks, each crammed with essay answers...
...sixth of February these essay answers must be pondered, the wheat sifted from the chaff, and the grades deposited at University Hall. This schedule means a furious 72 hours for instructors and graders in the "Monday...at 9" courses. And it may mean that bluebooks will of necessity receive a little less care and solicitude than they deserve and normally receive...
...problem created by the 72 rush hours might be handled by scheduling only elementary language and military science exams--which don't call for many essay questions and are thus graded more rapidly--on that last day of exams. But this would kill the system of rotating tests, a system which keeps students from having the same schedule two terms in a row and keeps instructors from enduring the same schedule several years...
Moods & Mechanics. Holding the reader firmly but not condescendingly by the hand, Frankenberg plunges directly into the work of the modern poets. In an illuminating essay on T. S. Eliot he anticipates and answers many of the questions readers are likely to ask about Eliot's poetry. He shows in detail how Eliot mixes pretentious eloquence and street slang, ancient myths and snatches of borrowed verse to portray an age of "social fright." As Frankenberg traces Eliot's poetic development from weary irony to religious faith, the reader does learn something about the moods and mechanics of modern...
...midway through Pleasure Dome in an essay on Insuranceman-Poet Wallace Stevens, Frankenberg suddenly takes a deep dive into little-magazine jargon, while the eager reader waits expectantly on the bridge between prose and poetry. Author and reader never quite meet again, and from here on, if the reader is to get across that bridge, he has to do it by himself...