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...world is Thomas D. Campbell of Montana. As an important example he is vital to any farm discussion. He says, in effect, that the very idea of "a farmer" is obsolescent foolishness, that he ought to be put in a museum along with the dodo and the cobbler and the individual candlestick maker...
NUMBER FOUR JOY STREET-Appleton ($2.50). Only experts are allowed to work on Joy Street- such writers as Walter de la Mare, Lord Dunsany, Rose Fyleman, Hilaire Belloc, Compton Mackenzie, Laurence Housman, Hugh Chesterman. Mr. de la Mare's contribution concerns John Cobbler, a Wiltshire boy who was turned into a tench. Mr. Belloc, in verse, confesses himself a votary...
...came a slender figure in a serge coat and grey "bellbottom" trousers, with a cap pulled so far down over the cadaverous face that only the high hooked nose of Emanuel Silberstein showed out from beneath. Moving up behind his old tutor, the youth raised a squat hammer (a cobbler's) and beat upon the bowed white skull. James Calisch was unconscious, his cranium crushed beyond repair, before other patrons could seize Student Silberstein...
...million U. S. inhabitants acknowledge the executive shepherdage of Calvin Coolidge, refuse to "recognize" the 139 million Soviet Russians over whom Joseph Stalin has reared himself a despot. M. Stalin ("Mr. Steel") exerts, simply as Secretary of the Communist Party, a political "boss power" prodigious and all pervasive. A cobbler's son whose actual name and age are doubtful, "Mr. Steel," was born in the remote Transcaucasian land of Vras-tan, Gruzia or Georgia.* Amid the purging flames of revolution, the great Dictator Lenin tested and tempered the Georgian's metal, gave him the prophetic name of Stalin...
Where had she left her jewels? That was what one Martina Davis was wondering as she stepped into the Manhattan shoe-store of Louis D'Ascali, known as "The Singing Cobbler." Why, only the night before, when she left with lilting Louis the shoes she had now come to fetch, she had still had the lost brooches, rings. She remembered how she had loitered in the store, chatting with D'Ascali about the days when he studied music in Milan. Tonight he was not so nice; why, he seemed positively mocking. Why did he not stop singing when...