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Jean Jacques, who used to lie dreaming in a tiny skiff, lulled by the lap of the waves and comforted by the steady, reliable warmth of the sun, is the patron saint of an agnostic Vagabond. For the Vagabond, too, would pass many a quiet hour soothed by the opiate of day dreams, as did romantic Rousseau, but he is condemned to live in a climate too harsh, and an age to unkind. Therefore, he consoles himself by patient procrastination, by doing the things he ought not do, and by leaving undone the things he ought...
...patient's navel. For there is where she contracts and bulges most. There is no discomfort. Says Dr. Dodek: "The entire apparatus with its tripod support rests on the evenly undulating movements of the abdomen in the intervals between contractions similar to the way in which a moored skiff rests upon the ripples of a calm lake." He finds that women like to watch the jerks of the pen. Above all it tells them when they are about to get a pain, when they must bear down.- The Dodek device-he calls it a hysterograph or womb register...
...Hermann, Mo. on the Missouri river a weather-beaten skiff pulled alongside the shiny government towboat Mark Twain aboard which Secretary of War Patrick Jay Hurley was inspecting inland waterways. Aboard the skiff was its owner, William ("Steamboat Bill") Hechmann, old-time river pilot. Observing an enormous fish lashing about at the end of a line astern the skiff, the Secretary shouted...
Workmen launched a skiff yesterday from the Weld Boathouse and managed to clear the ice away from the piers of the landing stage and also to open a passage into the free part of the river. With the possibility of a further warm period today, there may be by this afternoon an open stretch extending from the Anderson to at least the Western Avenue Bridge...
Died. Frederick Skiff Field, 44, son of the late famed poet, Eugene Field, of burns received in an auto accident; at Tomahawk, Wis. Nick- named "Daisy" by his father (who imagined that his son's eyes looked up at him like flowers), Frederick Field never forgot the curious merry games his father used to play with him; games in which Daisy was a little rabbit and his father was a big blue bear. When Daisy was a tiny child his father wrote him a letter about "the old blue bear, the lion, the elephant, and the flim-flam...