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...just walk away from the dancing, this way, across the tennis courts. The stars are out, aren't they? Why, I can carry it. Well. The pines look dark and cool there, don't they? Yes, but I think it's more like a poem by Sand-burg: "In the dusk, in the cool tombs." Tombs of what? Oh, tombs of all the summer boys like you, who say so much they don't mean...
...Morgantown hills around the University is fine glass sand. The state's glass and glassware industry, with $50,000,000 production yearly, looks to the laboratories for pure research in glassmaking...
...literature, of course, women have always been inferior to men in the quantity and quality of their writing. Some of them have written entertaining letters, diaries or confessions; they have been good at text books for small children, verses and hymns to God. Disguised in pseudonyms like George Sand or George Eliot, a few of them have scribbled novels. But now it becomes apparent that female writers are legion and are writing with or without pen-names all manner of fantastic letters...
...visiting Gish girl over her home, her husband, her tough, irritable children. When the girl is forced to marry a cattle-rustler to get away from her cousin's house, a drama, familiar in its conflicts but brooding, powerful, works up in the clapboard house battered by sand and by the wind which, according to Indian legend, is a ghost horse gone crazy in the sky. Not a work of genius but far better than the average movie story, this picture gives Miss Gish the best and in fact the only opportunity she has had since Way Down East...
...plans, tells her his hope of having two children, tells her of the legacy from his late Aunt Emily, his expectations of feeble old Uncle Percy. Overwhelmed by the thought of naming her two children Percy and Emily (the two little donkeys are trotting down there on the sand), Miss Alice bursts out laughing, and snatches the chance to run back to the shop and her spinsterhood...