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Scandinavia, To a rhythm deliriously syncopated, Norwegians, Swedes and Danes have learned to shout, "Come as you are!" Introduced at Stockholm by a hatted and coated comedian who invites a bevy of chemise-clad girls to "Come as you are!" it kindled the Norse fancy, has become a quite unsuggestive equivalent for "Hail! Hail! The gang's all here...
Interest in shot putting among collegians is traceable, I believe, to the desire for football men to take up weight events for off-season training. It is natural that they should turn to weights and yet it is a difficult task for the big man to perfect timing and rhythm, which are all-important to the shot putter. The increase in public interest in the event is not difficult to explain. This week's competitors will toss the sixteen-pound ball from a spot within the view of thousands in the Stadium. It will require only a glance to show...
...fear lest subdivision at Harvard, if carried far enough to break the present rhythm of student life, would produce American small-college standardization. We should have college traditions legislated into being, disciplinary measures against freaks, an intensive rah-rah spirit. I am sure the thousands of Harvard graduates feel with me that liberty to make our own friends, do what we like, eat where we liked, and wear what we liked, was the most precious aspect of our College life...
...which let us chant an antiphonal amen. And continue. For continue we must, now that Dreiser has given us the big rhythm. But perhaps we are hitting our man too many times on the same blood-clot. Nevertheless we remember that there have been in years a gone double-decker novels whose power increased with their size. Knut Hamsun's Growth of the Soil" was such a one; it captured a dinky little Nobel Prize or something of the sort. Then there was Fielding's "Tom Jones"--pretty good for an old-timer, what...
...adopt a pseudo-heroic style. Their characters prate mightily of great deeds for mother Britain, messenger after messenger after messenger after messenger after messenger falls swooning at the king's feet, rude soldiers in battle and Roman citizens on the streets blurt out heroic speeches tuned to the rhythm of a Cicero. It is all very exciting, but seldom convincing. One suspects that the authors have written for children, but neither jacket nor advertisements give any hint of it. The tale is admirably told for a twelve-year old; it is the kind of children's story that grown...