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Questioned further, she confessed to having spent most of her life in complete rusticity at Quinton. Castle, her father's seat at Portaferry, County Down, North Ireland. In the "diary" Quinton Castle appears under its Celtic name, Castle Kearney, a red herring unnoticed by reviewers...
...mongoose loathes the cobra, as the herring fears the shark, as the flapper dodges "lectures," so do editors shun the machinations of a species whose villainy is (to editors) as plain as the nose on your face and as hard to clap your eyes on. This species was for a long time called "press agent." His "hoy," "bunk" and "bull" stories, his hoaxes, false fronts and fabrications were easily detected and. cast out when he was in his professional nonage. Then he became a "publicity agent" and a "moulder of favorable public opinion." If there is anything an editor hates...
...church was appraised. As is usual at such gatherings, an older man was first called upon to speak, in this case Dr. Hubert Herring, social secretary of a Boston, Mass., church. With a flair for pat and alliterative statements, he said: "The man in the street has come to regard the church purely as an agency for propaganda ... as an organization that is trying to mesmerize him with soft music and big buildings. . . . The church has become too much institutionalized- something that may be summed up by using three B's-bishops, buildings and budgets...
...followed several of them as they fled along a street. In a courtyard they were dividing their booty. One had bread, one a herring, one a packet of cigarets, one chocolate, one nothing. But all was put in the centre and divided equally. Then they began eating hungrily...
...polls, they were greeted by a sally of thoroughly putrefied eggs. Pease meal followed, a light shower, and a few handfuls of soot. More voters appeared and the campaign arguments thickened-clouds of eggs, bursting with fabulous stench; here a rich asortment of cod heads raining down; there a herring, another, a shoal of flying herrings long since removed from the sea. Fogs of soot darkened the scene and a blizzard of meal. Scraping fish omelet from their eyes, the partisans closed in ardent wrestling bouts, the object being to keep your opponent from getting to the polling booth...