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...series, remained a shadowy figure to his multitudinous public; for his death in 1873 no literary reviews, no editorial pages were boxed in heavy black. He remained, even to the urchins who pursed small mouths and whistled or gargled the words of his wan fables, a somewhat severe shade, one to be kept properly prisoned in the dusty darkness of a schoolroom desk. The urchins, now grown into babbitts or clowns or bigwigs, sang their geography, etched Spencerian parabolas into their copy books, played "duck on a rock" at recess, spelled out the stories in McGuffey's; then they walked...
...thought they would burst and drench all of us with blood. . . . Sacco's neck was swelling to a huge inhuman size. . . . The saliva was literally pouring out of his mouth. . . . Try to compare 1,000 degrees Fahrenheit* [the temperature of the death shock] with 100 degrees in the shade when you complain of the heat and you get some idea how cultured and conservative Massachusetts roasts her murderers alive. . . . And how these Bostonians get a dead man out of the chair! . . . Elliott . . . started to put on the electrode and now I observed that Vanzetti was getting nervous. . . . There...
...years ago. Now, as he watched the bowls sliding as if upon green ice with the mechanical accuracy of bearings around a greased axle, he commented on the origin, development, tendencies, of the game he loves. A straight gentleman with a red Dutch face, he looked like the shade of Peter Minuit, onetime (1623-32) governor of New Amsterdam, legendary champion of New Amsterdam bowlers, as he said: "All the big sporting events are Chicago bound. The bowling tournaments might well be' held there...
...write his signed stories-they made excellent reading, they were presumably at least based on interviews with him, and Colonol Lindbergh, if he had a "ghost," was only doing what many famed persons had before and would do again. As Mr. Schuyler pointed out, every light has his shade...
...Pullman passengers may be divided into two parts, the "nervous," the "not nervous."* For the "not nervous" Mr. Warner gives silent thanks and hastens to anticipate the imaginary wants of the "nervous." The shade down a little? Yes, Sir. Magazine from the newsboy? Yess, Madam. Drink of water? Ginger ale? Another pillow? Right away?and the more testy the request, the more cheery the service. That is professional ethics. Invariably, the "nervous" are poor tippers. But Mr. Warner and his peers are nearly certain to make up their average of $1 per capita in tips from the "not nervous...