Word: workaday
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...erudition that was considered a vast of energy twenty for the sake of a branch of erudition that vast field of evidence that shows what rapid strides have been made by economics in recent years. It used to be called the dusty dismal science theoretically abstruse aloof from the workaday would. In the present age when the economic is woven with or even dominates the political and social as never before it is a live alert science seeking to deal intimately with the work and the daily bread of the world. The economics courses in our universities today are crowded...
...ruined Mr. Cicero's water business. He went to Italy and joined the Secret Service. Much of the pompous society he served had dissolved when he returned to Manhattan. He took up his cutlery and went to work again in the inelegant, workaday Evening Post Building. But still his old customers seek him out, and the subject of his greatest achievement still flourishes...
...York it is the collective skyscraper at the city's workaday hub that breeds more subways, less money for other needs, and more motor vehicles in the skyscrapers' service to kill more children in the children's only playground, the roadways between the sidewalks of New York...
...years Britons have adventured out to India and returned a-homing upon steamers bearing the triliteral device, "P. & O." Not the Bank of England is more symbolic of British fiscal solidarity than the chunky, workaday steam packets of the Peninsular and Oriental Steam Navigation Co. "Gawd! I wisht I had a quid for every mile them 'P. & O.'s 'as steamed this year!" is an invocation not seldom heard along docks. Last week the incredible was revealed. The Directors of the P. & O. also wish that they had "a quid" (?1=$4.85) for every mile their ships...
...bearded Italian pushed his way through the dingy swinging doors of the Metropolitan Opera House stage entrance last week, sniffed the warm Manhattan air, lifted his face to the warm blue sky pierced by a hundred workaday buildings, decided it was time to go home. Whereupon came announcement after announcement, for the bearded one was no mere singer leaving for a European holiday. He was Giulio Gatti-Casazza, impresario, in the hollow of whose mighty hand nestles the fate of scores of such little folk as singers...