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Horatio Alger, his rags-to-riches message in popular bloom, had died the year before. Stephen Crane, who had seen more of the rags than the riches and had written Maggie: A Girl of the Streets, was about to die at 28. Pessimism and doubt were not hard to find on Jan 1, 1900, but the world, and especially the U.S., sided with Alger. It looked forward to the 20th Century with a degree of confidence unequaled by any previous age and unregained since. Paced fast or slow, progress was sure, limitless, irreversible. Virtue walked with progress; they fed each...
...mansion on a lake-island in Yorkshire, and had even fought off Oliver Cromwell with swivel guns and muskets. It was no wonder, then, that when Charles, 2yth Lord of Walton, grafted a mad passion for wild life onto the old family root of religious fervor, the resulting bloom resembled a Jesuit seminary disguised as a bird sanctuary...
...experienced hunter brings his trap box up sharply under a sitting bee, e.g., one busy on a milkweed bloom, and slaps the lid home as "he" tumbles in. (Edgell explains curtly: "There is nothing feminine about a working bee but its anatomy. 'She' is 'he' to me.") This bee and about a dozen more are maneuvered into the rear chamber...
...objects to the old "machine-for-living" slogan. "I try to make a house like a flower pot, in which you can root something and out of which family life will bloom," he tells his clients. "It's not so much a question of ornamenting the flower pot as of fabricating it in such a way that something healthy and beautiful can grow in and out of it. The overall design should be simple, but it depends on neat execution. I want every house I build to be a stepping stone to the future, and modern architecture gets...
...Frank Woolley of Kent, another of the game's immortals, Cardus writes: "His cricket is compounded of soft airs and fresh flavors. The bloom of the year is on it [and] the very brevity of summer is in it ... Woolley, so the statisticians tell us, often plays a long innings. But time's a cheat . . . The brevity in Woolley's batting is a thing of pulse and spirit, not to be checked by clocks, but only to be apprehended by imagination. He is always about to lose his wicket; his runs are thin-spun ... An innings...