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Merely the task of familiarizing himself with the Library of Congress, let alone running it, would make a more timid soul quail. Since Thomas Jefferson revived it with his books as a nucleus in 1815, after the British burned it (in the Capitol) in 1814, the collection has grown to some 6,000,000 volumes and pamphlets,* 1,500,000 maps and views, 1,200,000 pieces and volumes of music, 550,000 prints, 100,000 bound volumes of newspapers, uncountable manuscripts. In it is deposited by law a copy of every publication copyrighted in the U. S. With...
...brownstone mansion off Manhattan's Park Avenue. Unforewarned, an old-line author would probably think he had stumbled into the home of some eccentric country gentleman. Like as not he would be sniffed by a bird dog. On the reception table is sometimes a bag of quail. The stenographer keeps her clips and pins in a dry-fly box. The bookkeeper uses a dipsy (sinker) for a paperweight...
Blue-eyed, ruddy and broad of gait, Publisher Lane likes to loll around his new ranch (Quail Hollow) near Santa Cruz in a silk shirt and sombrero. His wife is president of the Palo Alto Garden Club. He has one rule for successful publishing: "Never miss an issue...
When one-fifth of the people of the U. S. want to know where there's a covey of quail, or a good trout hole, who's had a baby, what fresh cow is for sale, or how the road is down river way-they ask the.R. F. D. carrier. He or she (there are 323 shes among 32,988 U. S. rural mail-carriers) also has a good idea of who is going to vote for whom in an election year, and can do a lot toward getting folks to vote this way or that...
...Prohibition era, sad-eyed, quail-like Helen Morgan, with he. tousled black hair, piano-sitting technique and a voice like a pent-up sob, was the best known torch singer of them all. In the sweeping Americana of Edna Ferber's Showboat she was the modern note. Her House of Morgan was the nattiest in Manhattan's satiny nightclub belt. Last week in Philadelphia, plumper, still tousled, sad-eyed and sobby-voiced, Helen Morgan sang in three-a-day variety at cheap Fay's Theatre on Market Street. The matinee audience was unenthusiatic. "I got the bird...