Century Monthly Magazine, Volume 106Josiah Gilbert Holland, Richard Watson Gilder Century Company, 1923 - American literature |
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... Once there came a drummer who said that he knew in Arkansas a long , red , dry man , a druggist , who had told him about this part of the world . Tom Wherry ? For another year he sold X. & Y. tickets ; then he married a girl up ...
... Once there came a drummer who said that he knew in Arkansas a long , red , dry man , a druggist , who had told him about this part of the world . Tom Wherry ? For another year he sold X. & Y. tickets ; then he married a girl up ...
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... once , it was pay - day . After many experiments and fail- ures , Paul invented the two - man saw . He first made one from a strip of sheet- iron that had been thrown away when the cook's dinner - horn was manufactured . The saw reached ...
... once , it was pay - day . After many experiments and fail- ures , Paul invented the two - man saw . He first made one from a strip of sheet- iron that had been thrown away when the cook's dinner - horn was manufactured . The saw reached ...
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... once threw a peavey- handle into the Mississippi at St. Louis and , standing on it , poled up to Brainerd , Minnesota . Paul was a " white - water bucko " and rode water so rough that it would tear an ordinary man in two to drink out of ...
... once threw a peavey- handle into the Mississippi at St. Louis and , standing on it , poled up to Brainerd , Minnesota . Paul was a " white - water bucko " and rode water so rough that it would tear an ordinary man in two to drink out of ...
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... Once in a while Babe would run away and be gone all day , roaming over the Northwestern country . His tracks were so far apart that it was impossible to follow him , and so deep that a man , falling into one of them , could only be ...
... Once in a while Babe would run away and be gone all day , roaming over the Northwestern country . His tracks were so far apart that it was impossible to follow him , and so deep that a man , falling into one of them , could only be ...
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... once a day . Once a day , mind you ! Dios y santos ! but that was a thing Questa la Platta would be glad to learn ! Up to this time Questa la Platta had not thought of itself as wasteful in the matter of food . There were brown beans ...
... once a day . Once a day , mind you ! Dios y santos ! but that was a thing Questa la Platta would be glad to learn ! Up to this time Questa la Platta had not thought of itself as wasteful in the matter of food . There were brown beans ...
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Page 301 - My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends — It gives a lovely light!
Page 609 - This pattern of things continued into the last years of the nineteenth century and the first years of the twentieth...
Page 775 - And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them: Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Page 300 - About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky...
Page 775 - Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders: They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys. And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again. And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the...
Page 302 - I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have loved you all too long and well To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring. Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes, I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums, That you may hail anew the bird and rose When I come back to you, as summer...
Page 303 - Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the earth and cease To ponder on themselves, the while they stare At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air. O blinding hour, O holy, terrible day, When first the shaft into his vision shone Of light anatomized! Euclid alone Has looked on Beauty bare.
Page 82 - The Old West had been settled by dreamers, great-hearted adventurers who were unpractical to the point of magnificence ; a courteous brotherhood, strong in attack but weak in defence, who could conquer but could not hold. Now all the vast territory they had won was to be at the mercy of men like Ivy Peters, who had never dared anything, never risked anything.
Page 299 - All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked the other way, And saw three islands in a bay.
Page 542 - There's many a strong farmer Whose heart would break in two, If he could see the townland That we are riding to; Boughs have their fruit and blossom At all times of the year; Rivers are running over With red beer and brown beer.