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...close friend of Dr. Irvine. Never the nation's laureate, Dr. van Dyke was yet to have a work of his attended, upon its first public hearing, by the first lady and gentleman of the land. At the dedicatory services there was to be sung a new hymn,* the first verse of which came to Dr. van Dyke one fine morning last spring while he was knee-deep in his favorite troutstream. Forgetting line, flies, fish and footing, Dr. van Dyke fetched out a scrap of paper and wrote...
...inhabitants (formerly my home), there lives a man by the name of Otto Egge. Both names are reversible. That ought to be a "name-in-a-good-many- million!" . . . By the way, as one who each week reads your magazine from cover to cover, let me also add my hymn of praise to the swelling chorus...
...Then turning his eyes toward Heaven he said, 'put it down I'm saved.' "We held a grand and glorious meeting then and were living on the Lord's love when they found us." There indeed was material for one more of the half-hymn-half-folksongs that Kentucky mountaineers sing in their cabins to the soft thrumming of guitars.* They sing the death of Floyd Collins, who perished in Sand Cave at Cave City, Ky., in February 1925-a haunting, primitive, narrative dirge that begins: Oh, come, all you young people, And listen while...
...steamer President Jackson docked at Manila to the blare of trumpets, hooting of whistles, insane racket of rockets, Roman candles, bombs, pistols, firecrackers. Students of the Philippine Women's College endeavored to sing the Hymn of Freedom. Down the gangplank strode Senator Sergio Osmena, took his proper place in the van of a colorful street parade proceeding through Luenta Public Park where Filipino lovers love o' nights. The Senator, who is credited with having defeated in 69th Congress repressive Filipino legislation, then called upon Col. Thompson, finally issued a statement. Said he: "Americans as a whole have...
...public sends out for Percival Christopher Wren. And Percival Christopher Wren, dripping valorous gore in quantities that would bring pallor even to the cheek of the great Sabatini, chuckles grimly. He flourishes his most elaborately cosmopolitan salute, breathes a fierce hymn to Duty and marches again to the abattoir...