Word: briskly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...made its annual visit to Manhattan. Detroit's double-barreled man is Ossip Gabrilowitsch, long famed as a pianist of the first order, famed since he began working in Detroit (1918) as an able conductor. His performance last week was to conduct Karl Philipp Emanuel Bach's brisk Concerto in D, followed with an uneven performance of Brahms' Fourth Symphony. Then, handing his baton to capable Victor Kolar, he seated himself at the piano, played Mozart's D Minor Concerto with such expert tenderness as to make many in the audience almost regret that...
With but one more day of preparation before Harvard's first invasion of a Middle-Western gridiron, the University football squad went through a light but brisk workout yesterday afternoon. There was no contact work whatsoever, as the Crimson coaching staff was taking no chances of running afoul of the injury jinx...
...ranks, facing inward. Down the alley of whips the delinquent must march, not too slowly, or a soldier who follows will bayonet him in the back, not too fast, or a second soldier who precedes the delinquent will jab him in the ribs. Whips fall in time with the brisk beating of a drum. Sonorously War Minister Julius Goembos read out to Parliament the preamble to his flogging bill: ". . . Whereas the penalty of imprisonment completely failed of effect in wartime, as the soldiers preferred a well-warmed prison to the discomforts of the trenches, now therefore. . . ." They will be flogged...
With colleagues representing the great central banks of Britain, Belgium, France, Germany, Italy and Japan, brisk Mr. Reynolds was trying to whip into shape a charter for the new Bank for International Settlements (TIME, Sept. 23) which under the Young Plan will handle German Reparations payments, issue Reparations Bonds. The Chairman's attitude: "We will go on until we have finished. This is a woodcutting job. There is going to be nothing spectacular about it and very little news...
...frankly, The Vagabond feels fine today. A few of those cool, brisk, breezes came down from the granite hills of New Hampshire early this morning and whistled through the windows of his private suite in Memorial Hall. After a night spent at a genuine Intercollegiate Ball the zestful zephyrs did the trick for the old reprobate and he awoke at dawn with roses in his cheeks and a curl in his blond hair. Ah, yes. Youth has come to town. Youth, strong and vigorous, is the style today. And best of all, the Vagabond is young again. And chipper...