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...member of the advisory council of the Simplified Spelling Board, Vice President of the Non-Smokers Protective League, etc., etc. He wrote the only article that ever appeared in the Atlantic Monthly with illustration-the story of how he reeled 150 yards of silk from a spider in South Carolina and later wove the silk into a ribbon...
...haired, comely young woman choking back a smile. The gathering chuckled, cackled, congratulated the young woman, then stood quiet while a chairwoman gave her a tall, slender silver cup. That night the young woman, Mrs. Silvan L. Reinhart (nee Elaine Rosenthal), of Hubbard Woods, Ill., discussed with her husband, "Spider" Reinhart, onetime Yale end, the ups, downs, ins and outs whereby she had successfully defended her Women's Western Golf Championship, through rain and wind, against a field of 81, including the redoubtable Mrs. Lee Mida of Chicago...
...Soviets have continued to invite the investment of American capital in Russia, in much the same way as the fly was invited to walk into the spider's parlor. Oil operator Sinclair went to Russia, saw?and returned again to the U. S. Others have followed suit. No one doubts the splendid natural resources of Russia, but the resourcefulness of the Soviets in commandeering foreign capital has been such that U. S. capitalists have literally become gunshy...
...poet also of the other world, he gibbers Spider, Spider, of madness, "hairy-lipped, a crab from Hades." Arabia Felix and The Tower of Genghis Khan are old opiates. He is a man for hot color-read Whim Alley; and sweet peace-see Old Meadows. If there are full-stature poets in the U. S., and it is demonstrable that there are, Hervey Allen, young Charleston, S. C, schoolteacher, is well to the fore in their company...
...slept for half a century. The dust of years lies thick upon the carved rafters. Since the closing of the hall, perhaps bats already flit about in the colored gloom that sifts through the stained glass windows at midday. Through the deep silence a solitary watchman sees the spider drop from the lofty roof and weave an endless web from darkness into darkness. Memory fills the hall in brooding melancholy, and protests against almost every possible new occupant of her sanctuary...