Word: maned
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Dates: during 1940-1940
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Last week Carl Sandburg, poet and biographer of Lincoln, went to the oldest and third oldest universities in the U. S. to get honorary degrees. Harvard and Yale greeted him affectionately. Sandburg, wearing a gown but no cap, his white mane and rugged face gleaming in the sun, gave their commencements a flash of homely Americanism, a flash just bright enough to illumine the shadow of European affairs that all but blacked out their gay, traditional ceremonies...
...stopped thinking of C. I. Oligarch Lewis as a potential candidate; and few "influences" in U. S. political history have seemed so uninfluential. Of 40 Congressional candidates he blasted at in 1938, 39 were promptly elected; in Pennsylvania his support was politically fatal. Yet John Llewellyn Lewis, 60, shag mane, miner's pallor, pompous oratory and all, might be a forceful, effective, and sur prisingly conservative President...
When anti-New Dealers curse long-haired, radical theorists, they are unwittingly giving a three-word sketch of Jerome Frank. Too busy to think of haircuts, he often lets his greying mane hide his ears. Subtle, learned, mentally insatiable, he combs arcane source books for cosmic ideas, wholesales them in brilliant conversation to friends. At Chadbourne, Stanchfield & Levy the partners used to say: "It's worth $50,000 a year to us to have Jerry around just to hear him talk." In 1938, in a speech in Kansas City, he denounced fixed charges in favor of equity dividends...
...viri doctissimmi societate sancta Phi Beta Kappa delecti primo mane postea vos salutamus. Supra mundum plebrum perturbatum, tranquilli in lucis et veritatis contemplatione, tumidi erbriique noctu magno cum convivio recubuisti et de rebus omnibus lingua mortua maiorum orationem habuisti. Qui vella Chicagoensia tradit in eruditionis altioris mysteria vos initiavit. Soli ex omnibus filiis Yaleusibus discipulis rudibus demississque ubertatem verborem centum librorum pulverulentium commendatione dignorum a Roberto Hutchins exhausisti...
...word with his daughter, Kathryn, large and placid in a black dress. He mouthed his after-breakfast cigar, chatted, paced up & down until an introductory orator droned: "I give you . . ." Only then did the finest actor in U. S. Labor turn to the crowd. Grey hairs laced his black mane. His squat body was taut and still. One hand brushed at his eyes, at the arching black eyebrows, the monolithic slopes of his face, the broad mouth. After seven minutes of ovation he spoke in low monotone: ". . . Delegates to the Golden Jubilee Convention of the United Mine Workers of America...