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...disappointed. Mr. Weaver, in a rather loose, often eccentric style, paints a delightful picture of a far from delightful picture of a far from delightful existence in the Black Valley. Here East meets West with as little mutual comprehension as Mr. Foster found in India. The pointed spire of the Compound Church pricks a sky too old to mind such petty prodding, and the Reverend Alurid Wilberforce's proselyting pricks even less effectively the soverign sufficiency of heathenism and of life. Tragedy grimaces from the Inland Sea, tragedy, modified at intervals, by humor, satiric, satisfying. And when one sees...
...bell tower, 75 feet square at the base, will be over 300 feet high and topped by some architectural form other than a spire. Here will be cased the 53 bells of the carillon Mr. Rockefeller has had installed in the present Park Avenue Church tower as a memorial to his mother, Laura Spelman Rockefeller.** This will be a great satisfaction and a tribute also, to Carillonneur Anton Brees, the Belgian, who has complained that the present height of this largest carillon in the world?? does not permit full effect to their marvelous tone beauty, that they should...
Once again New York counts on a new "world's tallest building," this time the Christian-Missionary Building, on Broadway between 122nd and 123rd St. Contracts for its foundation excavations were let last week. It will spire upward for 800 ft-"8 ft. more than the Woolworth Building"; will contain on the ground floor an undenominational church and a dining room seating 2,000, above 4,500 hotel rooms which will rent for not more than $21 weekly, and on its top (65th) story a hospital. Within it drinking and smoking, and possibly Sunday journals, will be forbidden...
...bird for all her bulk, she sometimes wrote in a Japanese measure, light as a moth's wing, of love's pain. She contrived a grotesque, flitting tragedy from the conceited dreams of a scrimp-shanked philosopher, starving himself dead in the dusty ratruns of a cathedral spire...
Bowdoin College remembers Donald MacMillan as the member of '98 who shinnied up the lightning rod on King's Chapel spire to tear clown a flag that had been hoisted in derision of his class. Adventurous, athletic, he loved the sea where his Scotch grandfathers had sailed, where his father was lost when Donald was 9. He would talk of going some day to the North Pole and made a collection of books on the Arctic during the years when he was successively principal of a Maine preparatory school, a classics instructor near Philadelphia and a physical director...