Wordmaster

My feelings are particularly strong about that piece of thinking the anti-union wordmasters have labeled “right to work” legislation.

Old Guitaron is a characteristically attractive Laurindo Almeida melody, for which lyrics were provided by the high potentate of the wordmasters, Johnny Mercer.

Perfect memories of Christmas 1948, and complex cross-country rendezvous of that season—& lovely prose echoes & homages to wordmasters Whitman & Melville, Yea Thoreau with “The Moon on the Pine Cone Glaze.”

Holding his ardor in check, he asked for her hand; she, still palindromically, amended: “Now, Ned, I am a maiden won.” Perhaps there is an admonition to office workers in the palindrome: “Sex at noon taxes.” There are many such sentences; wordmasters try to concoct the cleverest or the longest.

If language-arts needs are jeopardizing the job success of your alumni, then the spelling, punctuation, and English usage “drills and exercises” books get top billing. Office workers have to be wordmasters—it’s as simple as that.

They appear to be written by the same people who produce the interminable repartee between radio disc jockeys and helicopter traffic observers with, I suspect, an energetic assist from those wordmasters who are responsible for the Shane Diamond Co. commercials.

The American experiment was in danger of becoming an exercise in semantics easily corrupted as to its meaning. Words had taken the place of deeds, and such wordmasters as Daniel Webster were now being promoted as the nation’s heroes.

He must assume that his grey hair is giving him access to the age of respectability, and he hopes thus by association unobtrusively to identify with the great wordmasters.