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Twenty-three and a quarter centuries ago, a short, grotesque man, thicknecked and paunchy with flat nostrils and thick lips stood trial for his life. He had a shrill-tongued wife; by her, three "dull and fatuous" sons. His father was a sculptor, his mother a midwife. But he had been soldier, statesman, teacher; he was Socrates, the greatest liberal of his age. In Athens, 500 judges heard the accusations brought by Meletus, the poet; Anytus, the tanner; and Lycon, the orator. The accusation ran: "Socrates is guilty, firstly, of denying the gods recognized by the state and introducing...
Stimulated prospects produced their dimes, encountered a dull but comprehensive survey of theatre censorship in Manhattan-which genteelly referred to the three recently attacked plays but did not mention them by name.* The article made such conclusions as: "It is possible that both sides were right. . . . Perhaps, after all, New York does not care particularly what happens." And then the nice old ladies and other dime spenders read an editorial entitled, "Part Men, Part Goats," by Barton Wood Currie, who came from the New York Evening World to the Country Gentleman and from there in 1920 to edit the Ladies...
Older people often complain of the one-sidedness of youth, deploring their lack of mature wisdom. Suppose there were a community in which all the young people were equipped with the mature and more casual point of view of men of 40 or 50 years old: How dull, how uninteresting that community would be! And among the first to raise a howl would be the older generation...
...walking in her pretty garden. Kirk Hale, the cousin to whom the author devotes most of his attention, is as thoroughly a blackguard in his way as was Captain Flagg of What Price Glory, the model hero-villain of all Park Row War fiction. Only, unfortunately, he is a dull blackguard, subject to long states of his author's laboring mind. Similarly Anthony Hale, the noble cousin: his silence is not eloquent...
...divers divines do receive a sound verbal lashing as they do well deserve. For one could even cherish a Vagabond after reading of the vices and dirty dealing of the apostolic horde. Also it might be mentioned that a local divine, after reading the first chapter did say, A dull book." He then turned to "Anthony Comstock" and swooned. Perhaps he is the gentle sould whose word is taking the latest output of the Viennese author of "Beatrice" from the shelves of greater and lesser Boston...