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...Daphne," by the Quintet of France, is rather meaningless... Mary Martin's album of Colo Porter tunes is okeh. We prefer Lee Wiley's records (General Records)... "Baby Won't You Come Home" is better rendered by the O'Neil Spencer Quartet than by Ella Fitzgerald; both Deccan... Fats Waller is still very funny, "Square From Delaware" being a good example... Even better though is the living Bing Crosby and Jobnny Morcer do on "Mr. Meadowlark" two swell showmen... "Bye Bye Blues" by Seger Ellis ain't nothing much other way... "Tired Socks". by Johnny Hodges sounds...
...launched the steamboat Megiddo, with 95 followers plied up & down the Mississippi and Ohio making new converts. Later he sold the boat, settled his mission at Rochester, N. Y. Founder Nichols died in 1912. Present pastor of the Megiddo Mission is his sister, 83-year-old Ella Maria Skeels...
...local education and professional good works; he soon realized she was unfit to be trusted. He continued to worship his father for years: but all his father perceived in his diffidence was aversion and stupidity about which, in his son's hearing, he ruefully made jokes. Pathetic Cousin Ella so blackmailed him for pity that it was impossible to pity her. Full-blooded Uncle Ernest, by horning in on his private enthusiasms, ended forever his interest in science. At the school they sent him to he underwent a "gradual blunting of intellectual curiosity, by unimportant information uninterestingly given...
Soon Artist Chapin got so absorbed in spare, taciturn, unschooled Emmet, George and Ella Marvin that he stopped painting cubist arrangement of rocks, scaffolding and apple trees, became instead a limner of the U. S. scene long before it became the popular thing. The suspicious Marvins would not pose at first, thawed when he worked with them in the fields, helped round up the pigs. For five years he stirred from the farm no more than the Marvins did, sketched them ploughing, foxhunting, planting potatoes, sharpening a scythe, clustered round their old iron kitchen range. The paintings that resulted...
...Wilcox," she said in perfect American. Neither of us replied. I remember thinking to myself: "Well, Mrs. Wilcox you shouldn't be talking to strange men in restaurants." "Ella Wheeler Wilcox" came next, with a very sweet and disarming smile. We were both on our feet, sputtering apologies...