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...country traveled by man which combines as Iceland does the antagonistic marvels of frost and steam, of ice and fire, of bloom and color, of darkness and light. It is, on the whole, unequaled in all Europe for its gushing fountains of seething water, for its stupendous streams of lava, for its vast volume of milk-white torrents plunging over grim and swarthy rocks, for the varied, weird and fantastic forms of its mountains, for the intense green of its meads and lowlands, and often of its climbing slopes, for the luminous tints of its peaks, for the splendor...
...there is such a thing), publishes his criminal record. But Nina reveals a great heart, in spite of a petty social circle. The play discovers an appealing sincerity that stands on the brink of bleary sentimentality, leans over the edge to peek, but not to topple, into the lava below...
...month, the severest in 30 years, part of a series indicating that for the first time in history Britain was in an active earthquake zone. Vesuvius. Home bodies whose relatives were touring Italy grew needlessly uneasy over headlines in U. S. newspapers: "Vesuvius Again in Eruption . . . Vesuvius Spurts Lava." It was but a minor disturbance in the central crater, indistinguishable by day from below, a cause of no alarm to the government volcano laboratory. Few days pass without some sign of life from Vesuvius, usually a thin column of smoke. Small upheavals of rock and lava do not overflow outside...
...Washington, Professor Olaf Opsjon of Spokane probed and puzzled over ideographs found hidden beneath moss and lichen on a lava boulder near a burial mound. Other archaeologists awaited Professor Opsjon's reasons for believing that the runes were the work of a band of Norsemen in 1010 A. D., including 24 men, 7 women and a baby, who recorded their defeat by Indians during a Norse exploration hitherto unsuspected by latterday historians...
...have told Natalia that if she writes another novel before she is 18 years old, I don't know what I shall do." Thus the mother of Brooklyn's prodigious 12-year-old. whose poetic flights since the age of nine (The Janitor's Boy, Lava Lane)) have floored the pundits, made good Poet Erwin Markham grumble into his beard (TIME, Nov. 23, MISCELLANY) and won her an invitation to join the Society of Authors, Playwrights and Composers (Poet Thomas Hardy, President), the first invitation to any American since that other, rubicund Brooklynite, Walt Whitman...