Word: humorously
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...must take issue with him on the lone of his review, which is virtually insulting. It may have been inscribed as a humorous review. I should like to think that it was. In that case, Mr. Code might well learn something of humor from even such an immature teacher as the Lampoon...
...comic opera itself. There is no smell of camphor or mothballs about the stage, to be sure, but vivid visions of horse-cars, and bustles, and the Spanish War come to mind all the same. The gags are there to laugh at and undoubtedly present all the requisites of humor. At least they did thirty years ago. Yet if this is what the nineties found the height of the entertaining, it is not difficult to understand why the parents of today find it so hard to enjoy the ideas of the "present generation". But another thirty years and perhaps even...
...Anatole France stands not in the role of magi, pointing the way that to others lies hidden. His delight was the unrestrained play of ideas. Not partisan, except in the larger service of Truth, he loved to stand aside and give every idea its inning, while with characteristic French humor he poked fun at them all. Stimulating and suggestive to individual thought, he was a true reflection of his age, and his age in turn, of him. As he himself expressed it; "The world is the reffection of your own spirit...
...which awarded Edward W. Bok's peace prize. Because of it, a score of other things have fallen his way. He was in the Roosevelt Progressive Movement from 1912 to 1916, but nominally he is still Republican?not a regular, just a Republican. He turns the shafts of his humor on friend and foe alike; he speaks what he thinks; and so he is William Allen White of Emporia, Editor of the Emporia Gazette...
...Tolley humor is, in fact, a notable disappointment. Since he first hove into the public eye, Tolley has been touted as a merry, garrulous, quip-cracking links-wit. Tales are told of his Oxford days when, in postprandial exuberance, he would harangue a blithe gathering in his rooms upon his years of study at the science of propelling a spheroid. He would then tee a ball on the carpet and drive it smashing through a closet panel. Another feat was to loft balls from the lawn of University College to the sward of Queen's College over the walls...