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Handkerchiefs Ready. A typical sob-coaxer is entitled Doctor Marigold. No doctor. Marigold is actually an itinerant peddler hawking his household wares from the footboard of his cart. His termagant wife cruelly beats their little daughter. During one of his spiels to the assembled yokelry, the wan and feverish tot dies in his arms. Turning on his wife, Marigold cries "Oh woman, woman, you'll never catch my little Sophy by her hair again, for she has flown away from you!" A paragraph later, Mrs. Marigold commits suicide (the river route). Handkerchiefs must be kept at the ready...
That worthy is involved in a plot that would turn almost any sky to buttermilk. Out in the state of Washington, rich, square-shooting Stanley Weston is engaged to Marigold Wade, a rancher's daughter. But Marigold keeps putting off the wedding so she can continue a flirtation with her father's foreman, handsome Kurd Blanding. Along from Idaho comes Marigold's cousin, a young lovely named Lark Burrell, and Stanley soon realizes that he is falling in love with...
...Jain temple. Only ostentation: the four brides' traditionally exquisite silk saris, and the bridegrooms' jeweled turbans. Stripped of party gaud, the go-minute wedding ceremony took on added religious significance, from the sound of the Sanskrit scripture chanted by four pandits to the odor of marigold garlands and the glow of incense-fed fires. Said one happy new father-in-law: "Under normal procedure, this marriage would have cost about $4,200." Under the new procedure, he paid only...
...jammed into New Delhi's National Stadium to wish a happy 68th birthday to India's Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru. Thousands of schoolchildren sang and danced, released a squadron of white peace doves, and squealed their delight to smiling Chacha (Uncle) while he tossed them scores of marigold garlands...
...hawk arrived in a sack from Germany, White caught him by the leather jesses tied to his feet, and set him on his gloved fist. "For an instant he stared upon me with a mad, marigold or dandelion eye, all his plumage flat to the body and his head crouched like a snake's in fear or hatred, then bated wildly from the fist." Upside down he hung, by his jesses, screaming his rage...