Word: rudyard
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...generations after that, legions of wandering newsmen made the Golden Gate a port of call. Some big names were among them. Rudyard Kipling, says Author Bruce, was "a bad reporter . . . snagging on his careless pen events and scenes that were never there." White-coated Horace Greeley found the climate the "worst on earth." Nevertheless, he went back to New York and urged young men to go west...
...Penultimate War was saying words that had to be recorded." Voices that had seemed too faint in the '30s (Winston Churchill was not even included) were now fairly screaming for attention. Result: the editors have left Bartlett unchanged from Poet Caedmon (A.D. 670) to Poet Rudyard Kipling, but from there on nobody will recognize the old household...
When Campbell chucked the regiment, Victoria had just celebrated her Golden Jubilee; Rudyard Kipling was writing about a legendary hero in the Burmese Wars ("He crucified noble, he sacrificed mean, he filled old ladies with kerosene"). But, as the Manchester Guardian straight-faced last week, "It was a time of uncertainty . . . One of these government commissions was talking of doing away with the good old scarlet uniform and replacing it with field grey or 'khokee.' Magazine rifles (far too complicated for active service) were being issued . . . Soon even the drum might be threatened. No wonder Drummer Campbell deserted...
...cluttered office in Harvard's Langdell Hall an old man wearing a green eyeshade was turning the pages of a new book. The old man looked like a cross between Owen Wister and Rudyard Kipling. His name was Roscoe Pound. The book looked heavy. Its title: Interpretations of Modern Legal Philosophies: Essays in Honor of Roscoe Pound. Dean Roscoe Pound, doing his best not to look too pleased, said, "A man is entitled to have his head swell a little over that...
When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between) And the steward falls into the souptureen And the trunks begin to slide . . . Why, then you will know (if you haven't guessed) You're Fifty North and Forty West!"-Rudyard Kipling...