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MURDER OF A MISSING MAN-Arthur M. Chase-Dodd, Mead ($2). With a carload of near-witnesses, including a New York detective, it takes a sharp-eyed little spinster to ferret out both the identity and the murderer of the corpse in the end compartment. The voluble Mr. Goldstein helps...
...nature of literate humanity to be sentimental about Sherlock Holmes, to desire a more intimate knowledge of the man than his cases vouchsafe, to ferret out his creator's inconsistencies only in order to dismis them airily, to raise the question of mortality merely as an excuse for a display of nostalgic faith. No individual can accompany Dr. Watson into No. 221-B Baker St. without feeling these things; yet, unfortunately for Mr. Starrett, an age which contemns lush sentimentality, compells the individual to avoid, as evidence of good taste, public confession of them. In writing this present biography, then...
...lion lay down with the lamb in the square; at least, it was something of that nature. An acquaintance of ours was walking slowly down Mass Avenue, staring into space, and carrying in his hand a new, unwrapped, strikingly striped club tie. Suddenly, at a corner, a small, ferret-like individual bumped into him, nearly bowling him over; in the confusion, the tie dropped into the gutter. The small one, before our friend could move, darted to pick it up. Its owner muttered thanks, and extended his hand for the object. But its rescuer withheld it, moving slowly back...
These rumbling threats from NRA headquarters were matched in spirit by the organizing of 15,000 women to be turned loose on the land as NRA crusaders. In charge of this female army to "ferret out drones" was Miss Mary Hughes, Louisville, Ky. promoter. Already complaints were reaching General Johnson of the terrifying effects of mass emotion stirred up in small towns by impassioned NRA crusaders. The campaign was rapidly passing from a volunteer to a conscription basis...
...could remember the faint scent of sachet. A Junior Usher can muscle in on almost everything. They had spoken to him like dream women wrapping him in an aura of honeyed words. He could feel the pulse of the orchestra and see the colored revolving spot ferret out the sparkle in some darling eye or sprinkle gold on some wisp of hair. And he had felt deliciously sad about himself and these tall willowy dancing girls who would soon be frowsy and decrepit. These fine lads going out late into the world to be broken slowly on the wheel...