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...these as in all her elegant, strange writings Elizabeth Madox Roberts combines the qualities of a dancer, a painter, an anthropologist and a woman. As a dancer she handles space and motion with uncommon delicateness: the void of a deserted mansion, the soft shiftings-together of barn beasts, the motions of two small sisters who, with entwined arms, "pulled and twisted each other about as one creature." As a painter she delivers some of the most firmly structural, curiously cleansed landscapes in U. S. writing. As an anthropologist she is almost too sharply aware of the symbolic undertones of rural...
...reject what does not." In every plantation white these traits were strongly enhanced by the Negro, a champion pleasure man and dreamer. As for the mass of poor whites-locked off on poor land from the plantation world, indifferent to labor-theirs was "a tragic descent into unreality," a "void of pointless leisure...
...there were a frankly anti-Wilhelmina Dutch Government after the war, plus a new U. S. Government ready to deal with new governments abroad? What if it could be proved that the acts of a refugee head of state, without her Parliament's consent, were null and void...
Harvard will have a void which cannot easily be filled, for Mr. Keezer was sui generis, a "character" whose place in the ancedotal history of the University is assured. Our sister University, the older Cambridge, has for these many years referred to "originals" like Mr. Keezer as "one of the glories of the University." He was one of our glories, and therefore we all sympathize with his family in their bereavement. William Harrison '32, Associate Editor, Boston Chronicle...
...There were 1,570 books on politics, economics or current affairs, 794 juveniles and 3,775 technical and text books. Most notable was the year's flock of topical books, inspired by the war. Led by Rauschning's The Voice of Destruction, they swarmed informatively into the void once filled by pamphleteers...