Word: priceless
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...England, eventually of the world (including Greenland), echoed and re-echoed. Sir Joseph died the third richest man in England ($140,000,000) in 1916, having virtually invented mass advertising-at least been its record utilizer. The genius that struck off those advertisements which some called vulgar, others "priceless," such as- Hark! the herald angels sing Beecham's pills are just the thing. Peace on earth and mercy mild, Two for a man and one for a child -passed to the son as a thinner, hotter flame...
...Amundsen, Polar pilgrim: "The trophies of my recent three year Arctic trip have been stolen from their packing cases, somewhere in transit through customs. The cases arrived at Oslo, Norway, via Seattle, containing only straw. I lost rare skins, a cinema camera with many feet of film, and many priceless scientific objects. I am thankful, however, that my scientific records escaped...
Criss Cross. Charles B. Dillingham's big dress-parade is possessed of every grace except humor. Lively dancers, good tunes, gorgeous costumes are presented in abundance. Criss Cross could find no ready market for its splendors, however, were it not for that priceless pair, Stone pere and Stone fille. Dad's acrobatic clowning discovers laughs that the lines themselves never even hinted at, while Daughter's unspoiled charm is one of Broadway's fresh delights. The dull book goes on at length concerning a simple maid who is about to be begged, borrowed, or stolen from...
...sake of my own little daughters and the homes they are to make some day, perhaps for some of your misguided sons. ... I hold aloft this picture dream of my own girlies and declare: 'These are my jewels.' And these are my reasons, my radiant, priceless reasons, for making no compromise before the angels of heaven or the demons of hell with the poisoned enemies of our homes, our churches, our schools, and our threatened civilization...
...office of Publisher Alfred A. Knopf. He had scoured the city for the baroque typefaces, finding them at last in a German's dust-buried trays far downtown in Manhattan. He had studied "mauve decade" press-agentry and labored long to achieve restraint amid the many "priceless" opportunities that flew to mind. The Mercury's readers had nodded approval-but that was all, having come to expect the ultrasmart from that kraut-liveried lay pontiff. But the Mailbag saw, and through it, others. A few cheers went up for the masterpiece of the month in advertising...