Word: blakely
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...pedigree of "that demmed elusive Pimpernel" is traced back five generations to the "Laughing Cavalier" whom Franz Hals painted, a Dutch vagabond and swaggerer, son of the merchant John Blake of Blakeney and a young Haarlem girl, Philippina. Percy's early life is described, and later the important part which he played in heckling the French Revolutionists. The first indication that the author's Percy Blakeney is going to turn out to be just what movie-goers of today think him, comes in the narrative during Percy's first day at Harrow, in his twelfth year...
Vote for three. Unless three votes are indicated, ballots will not count. Thomas Herbert Bilodeau John Bradford Bowditch Emile Dublel George Steven Ford Hamilton Hadden, Jr. James Brewater Hallett George Gordon Hedblom Charles Wells Hubbard, III Frank Joseph Owen Anthony Joseph Drexel Paul, Jr. Charles Moorfield Storey, Jr. Robert Blake Watson William John Watt
...Sophomores appointed were: Thomas Herbert Bilodeau, John Bradford Bowditch, Emile Dubiel, George Steven Ford Hamilton Hadden, Jr., James Brewster Hallett, George Gordon Hedblom, Charles Wells Hubbard, III, Anthony Joseph Drexel Paul, Jr., Charles Moorfield Storey, Jr., Robert Blake Watson, and William John Watt...
...rough idea of the effectiveness of several descriptions can be gleaned from the following passage, which epitomizes Mr. Blake's style, and the spirit in which he writes. "We killed rattlesnakes, big ones, the mottled brown diamond backs that were everywhere, among the rocks, on the glaring open salt fiats, in the sage country. I shudder to think, of those ugly reptiles coiled and ratting, ready to strike venom into a man's leg and turn his red blood a vivid, poisonous green. And I feel the cold shivers on my spine when I realize that I stepped within...
...first book, this of Mr. Blake's is a definite achievement. He has recreated the country of Billy the Kid. He has an attachment for the Southwest that is deep in his blood, but it is to be hoped he will not run the danger of so restricting himself to the district as to imperil his writings about other sections, and that when and if he turns to fiction he will not have become typed. For American literature is in need of writers as unassuming and yet as penetrating as is Mr. Blake in "Riding the Musiang Trail...