Word: garrets
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Dorrie Shirley sat up in the garret with the oldest lodger in the hotel listening to him read; or she watched, with fascinated interest, the two-a-day theatrical folk, the bawdy country wenches, the flabby townspeople, the cheap sports who came to lodge at Aunt Jule's place. She was terrified when she saw the loveliest lady who had ever stayed at the inn, lying in a disheveled bed, beside the town drunkard. She helped Linda get the smooth slick townboy that her sister had always loved; and she observed with hurt wonder and dismay...
...told in an editorial that "Lampy has thrown open his pages to the ardent versifiers and enlarged his already spacious garret for their comfort." From the samples he gives us, our only regret is that there are not more of these rondeaus, ballads, and other charming whatnots of the facile versifier's art, which might have taken the place of a few of the prose selections; for some of the latter are--well--as we have said before, not after his best manner, which is putting it charitably. Of particular feebleness are the two attempts on pages one twenty...
Further down the Winooski valley, at Waterbury, Vt., martial law was declared. Many a flood freak had occurred. The 300 inmates of an insane asylum escaped. ... A large house with all lights lit floated by at the first flood midnight.*... A crippled farmer nearly starved in his garret. . . . Hearing that Bolton, downstream village, needed food, a Waterbury undertaker furnished coffins to float a raft, which reached Bolton. . . . A rendering (glue, etc.) factory in the Winooski Valley was offered 3,000 carcasses of drowned dairy cows. . . . Excavators were imperiled by a store of dynamite that floated out of a construction camp...
First, there were 30 pages of the manuscript of the Life. These had not been closed in the ebony trunk, but had, since the death of Boswell, reposed in a Scottish garret where the air was as damp as oatmeal. When Lord Talbot stooped to gather this sheaf of merry memories, the bundle had crumbled in his hand into a little flutter of yellowish flakes. Only 30 pages could be gathered again. These, a gay jumble of antique anecdotes, had been joined and backed with gauze so that they might last perhaps forever. The manuscript of An Account of Corsica...
...believes steadfastly in her bon Dieu, Charles Farrell as blustering, "very remarkable fellow" Chico, are consistently true and natural. Imaginative direction is capped by superb photography that reaches its technical climax when Diane and Chico are shown slowly mounting the seven flights of dreary stairs to their starlit garret...