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That is his way of going about matters. But he is a queer sort of politician anyhow, this James Wolcott Wadsworth Jr. from Geneseo, N. Y. In the first place he comes from a family of Cincinnati? farmer-soldiers. His family has been buying farm land ever since 1790. A few years ago they owned 35,000 acres in Livingstone County, N. Y. His grandfather, once an unsuccessful candidate for Governor of New York, was killed in the battle of the Wilderness. His father went into the Army at 18 and fought through the last year of the Civil...
...their blowsy women cook goulash and whip children in the houses where 40 years ago candles shone in crystal girandoles, and violins complained all night. A newspaper writer recently referred to Brooklyn as the "City of a Thousand Freaks," and many of the throwbacks who still live there are queer sticks indeed. You see them scurrying along the sidewalk on obscure errands, babbling cheerfully to themselves some as wear Dundreary whisker; some the plaid breeches of a fine de-siecle "sport," and many of them, particularly on sunny days carry umbrellas...
There used to be Sunday mornings in fair-lawned Montclair, N. J. when prosperous commuters, resting from their labors, dallied over the name of Harry Emerson Fosdick. He was queer, discussible, young...
...work at something else, so that our conversation enjoyed the added flavour which goes with forbidden fruit. It began with Ulrich von Hutten; I have forgotten where it ended. In those two hours of conversation I learned more about medical history and more about the persistence of certain queer traits in human nature than could be got from months of study by the most approved method of research. What he said was like Smollett and Gibbon: Smollett's frankness without his coarseness, and Gibbon's erudition and lucidity without his conventionality. In talk of this kind I have...
England. This England, of which he had heard so much, was certainly a queer place. All the buildings were square and pointed and dirty. All the people were sahibs and mem-sahibs, but somehow quite different from those in far-off India. None of them wore those spotless white clothes which they wore in the land of Ind. More strange, many seemed very poor, and none of them seemed to have any servants following them. The men that he mixed with at the university and at the Inns of Court eyed him strangely. When he spoke to them, which...