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...Forest's thin arabesque-cut brass sheets. . . . Ask . . . if that can be done"; "Go to the Delaware, Lackawanna & Hudson R.R. and see if they will rent me a special sleeping car. . . . Go directly to the President of the Company. . . . Hurry!"; "No provision is made for a wooden barrack for the soldiers who guard General Grant's tomb. I wonder what [it] would cost.. . . Could...
...Heavy Pencil. But in this running rearguard action the editor gathered about him a corps of rising young writers, many of whom came to be known as "Henley's Young Men." Rudyard Kipling's earliest, most virile poems, Barrack Room Ballads, were printed first by Henley-as were the stories of the Polish emigrant, Joseph Conrad, J. M. Barrie and Robert Louis Stevenson, sections of Thomas Hardy's Tess of the d'Urbervilles, H. G. Wells's The Time Machine, the early lyrics of William Butler Yeats-and even the formal Henry James...
...Barrack-Room Blandishments. Perón had wooed the Radical leaders with barrack-room blandishments. Once he got control of their rusty but still-effective party machinery, he hoped to outsmart his enemies, become "elected" president of Argentina...
...build it, prisoners had spent months in molelike mining with small shovels from barrack coal scuttles. To hide the earth and rock they removed, they granulated it and scattered it on the camp's graveled grounds. Authorities, reluctantly admiring the secret tunnel, soon suspected an additional evidence of Nazi cunning. Three more prisoners were caught, and all were enlisted men. They began to seem suspiciously like decoys, pledged to lay down a false trail, then surrender...
Telling no full-sized story, The Streets Are Guarded mixes vaporish mysticism with barrack-room horseplay and talk that lacks the old punch. Over it all lies the war-at-a-distance wistfulness of a man who once lived war at first hand. Meant for a martial chant, it is more like a nostalgic ballad, too often sung rustily...