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...does not sound very promising, perhaps. But Authoress Cather is better than her implicit word: if she does not hold you breathless, she never lets you nod. And when you have finished her unspectacular narrative you may be somewhat surprised to realize that you have been living human history. Willa Cather's Northeast passages are never purple. Captious critics might complain that she sometimes simplifies too far, that her people are sometimes so one-sided as to be simply silly, that she sometimes, for one who can write like an angel, gives a fair imitation of poor Poll: "When...
...began to rise. He repeated his command, louder this time: "Get my car AT ONCE!" A few minutes later the White House motor rolled up before him. Behind it came the presidential bodyguard, buttoning their shirts and tying their cravats as they scrambled into their escort car. A brief nod of farewell to his camp guests and President Hoover, without dinner, started down the mountain toward the capital 112 mi. away. Thirty miles along the road a car from his camp careened up beside the President's motor. Its driver handed Mr. Hoover a box of sandwiches prepared after...
...Chanute Field, Rantoul, Ill., and Private Harold L. Osborne was being borne aloft to make his final qualifying jump. Nervously he rehearsed his instructions to "bail out," to count to ten while he hurtled downward clear of the ship, then pull the ripcord of his 'chute. At a nod from the pilot of the plane, Private Osborne clambered half out of the cockpit, glanced once at the earth 2,000 ft. below, was seized by the "jitters." He dared not let go, he dared not turn back; so he reached for the steel ring above his heart and yanked...
Demurely Mme Litvinov replied: "Why, Lord Cushendun, haven't you heard? I am a Russian now. My husband is assistant commissar of foreign affairs." As though stung by a hornet, Lord Cushendun recoiled, never thereafter greeted Mme Litvinov more enthusiastically than by a curt nod. From the London standpoint she is a Tory journalist gone wrong, and "Mr. Harrison" should have remained a traveling salesman...
...Thank you. I am very glad to have it," replied the President as with a characteristic little nod of his head he took the document. The Wet delegates then lined up and went filing past the President as he stood before his desk. The soft Hoover hand shook 534 times and 534 times the Hoover formula of welcome was repeated : "Very pleased to see you . . . very pleased to see you . . . very pleased...