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Largely through the work of the present incumbent, Dr. John R. Mott, the position of General Secretary of the Association has come to be regarded as "most potent lay position in the religious world." Born in Livingston Manor, N. Y., Dr. Mott spent his boyhood in Postville, Iowa. He and his father, a lumber dealer, were "converted" by a secretary from Des Moines when the younger Mott was 14 years old. He was graduated from Cornell University* in 1888 and the same year he went to Mount Hermon, Mass., attended the Bible study class of Dwight L. Moody, uneducated, forceful...
Sixteenth Century. Orlando knelt in crimson breeches, offering the Queen a bowl of rose water before she dined. He saw her crabbed sickly hand flash with heavy jewels; she saw his dark curls bent so reverently, and that night deeded him the great monastic manor that had belonged to the Archbishop, then to Henry VIII. Orlando scribbled five-act tragedies, a dozen histories, a score of sonnets, until the Queen summoned him to Whitehall. Chains of office, jewelled Garter, sad embassy to the Queen of Scots, but from the bitter Polish Wars Elizabeth detained her darling. Her old heart broke...
Twentieth Century. She motors into town with her shopping list?sardines, bath salts, boots ? but hurries back to her country seat (same monastic manor) and sits on Queen Bess's chair, brushes her short hair with King James' silver brushes, bounces up and down on his sacrosanct...
...lived in, lived in, until it could go on living all by itself." So violently did each generation lead its own life that the Black Babyons lived forever in the whispered tales of villagers and gypsies, forever in the portraits that glared fiercely from the dusky walls of the manor gallery. Tainted with madness, each generation warped and haunted the next, till between them their evil eye withered the fruit of the womb, and ended the line. Vivid, self-willed, fascinating, they had persisted through four ages...
Capt. William Roos, of Pelham Manor, N. Y., owner of Rofa, lived to tell what happened: "The squall caught us with terrific force before we could shorten sail. The mainsail was first to go. It broke off with a great crash about 18 feet from the deck. The 50 feet of mast tumbled into the sea, carrying the heavy gear with...