Word: masters
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Bishop Brent reminds me of the story of Bishop Rowe of Alaska. One day the Bishop met a prospector on a stretch of bad trail, and asked him how the trail was. The prospector described the condition in language such as a dog-musher is supposed to be complete master of. Then, pausing for breath, he said, "And how is it where your way?" Without a moment's hesitation the Bishop, "Just the same as you describe." At the next roadhouse the old-timer was much chagrined when told that he had passed the bishop on the trail...
...play on the stage, Broadway was memorable because the careful realism of setting and character made the high-strung plot seem truer than it was. In cinema the second rate cabaret where a dance team kept love and ambition alive in spite of the machinations of a master-gunman, has been replaced by a palatial and enormous nightclub with modernistic settings. It does not seem reasonable that the clients of such an establishment would pay to see such inexpert dancing as Glenn Tryon's and Merna Kennedy's. Features of the cops-&-robbers subplot which once seemed original...
With the sunset gone and darkness settling down upon Bury Hill, the master of Arundel Castle had still to set the final signal of his coming of age. Just outside the castle grounds at a bald spot on the hill there towered 40 feet into the night a pile of 3,000 faggots cut from Arundel copses, woodsmen had guarded the pile from pranksters and now watched with relief their master approach and throw the flaming torch to set the fire off. Yellow tongues licked up the oil and shot toward the dark sky. Soon in all the seven counties...
Born under a dark star, Nancy Pringle never knew whether it was the Master of Fassefern who had sired her, or Willie Weams, the groom. Divot Meg, the village's woman, out of compassion for Nancy, swore it was the master, then strangled Nancy's mother lest she quaver her own doubts in the matter. Others, less generous, preferred to believe it was the groom; hoped thereby to establish superiority over the spirited little orphan. The flaccid minister took her in; his wife sanctimoniously bullied her; his old mother defended her in malicious warfare with the wife...
Nancy had one defense. Other disillusioned Fasseferns had flung themselves over the Rossorty cliffs into the boiling sea-Nancy herself remembered the white-haired master in scarlet hunting-coat madly spurring his ash-white horse over the cliff. So Nancy spurred herself and jumped, knowing as she did so that no groom's child could be so brave...