Word: olds
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Beaver Dam, Wis., a family of 40 had a reunion, celebrated by nibbling a 100-year-old egg brought from China which had mystic hieroglyphs on its shell...
Wealthy collectors of art are usually old men who, upon retiring from business, find little to do. In Washington, D. C., there is, however, a young man who is devoting his life to picture collecting and propaganda. He is Duncan Phillips, tall, slender son of the late Major D. Clinch Phillips, Pittsburgh manufacturer (glass). For eleven years young Phillips has been owner of a one-man museum of modern...
...himself, its illustrations are from canvases in the Phillips Gallery. There are also reprinted articles by John Galsworthy and Virgil Barker. In the opening editorial Collector Phillips gives his credo: "There is nothing esoteric and beyond the comprehension of the average man in that incessant spiritual activity, almost as old as the human species, which we call art. . . . The machine age promises to provide more and more opportunity for leisure. Those who tire of the accelerated pace of modern life and the furious tempo of its entertainments may turn to the fine arts for a cultivation of their vacant time...
...thick fog. From the window of the moorland house a face watches them menacingly. Through the fog comes faintly the tolling of a bell-a convict has escaped! At Oakmere Pool lies the dead body of a man, stripped to his underclothes. . . . Thus this thriller, in the somewhat old-fashioned English manner: plenty of atmosphere and a well-defined trail, with the red herrings a little brightly colored. Two characters stand out with pleasant eccentricity: old Mr. Hubbleby, who spends the daylight hours of his vacation riding to and from London on express trains, sleeping at home every night; Pithecanthropus...
...reporters playing bridge in the office late at night comes Chief of Detectives Crewe, looking for his old friend Sands, a better detective than reporter. There has been a murder, and a queer one. The dead man sits at his dining room table, lashed to his chair; breakfast has been laid for four, but nobody has touched it; everywhere is the thick stink of nicotine. The setting is melodramatic, but the action is confused, realistic: the policemen, the loudmouthed, lowbrowed coroner, the witnesses at the inquest, are photographically true to type. The satire on things political, policial, is at times...