Word: taling
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...will refer to the Decameron of Boccaccio, Seventh Day, Fourth Story, you shall find this tale narrated exactly as above; the characters being Tofano and his wife Madam Ghita which makes me think that if this story, related to Mme Celarié is true, then this is a case where history repeated itself, almost verbatim...
...shut in, the women so well guarded?" Batoul replies with several personal anecdotes and a story of which she is not sure "whether it is true. It is a very old one." When Mme Celarié begs for another "story," Batoul complies with the stone-in-the-well tale. Mme Celarié's equivocal comment on these narratives: "These old stories, recalling those gusty ones of our ancestors in the Middle Ages, seldom fail to bring a laugh in native homes...
...share and this year it has sold for $20. It is, of course, a gold-mining stock-the one kind of stock which Bears can logically be bullish on- for when everything else goes down, gold becomes more valuable. Last week Wall Street brokers had a tall tale to tell of a fight among the bears which centred on Alaska Juneau and made it the most exciting stock on the Exchange...
...have emerged from anonymity because of the size of their operations and the reputed size of the fortunes they have made by selling short, are William ("Bad Bill") Danforth and Bernard ("Big Ben") Smith. Last week's tall tale had it that Bear Danforth had decided to turn Bull; had decided to buy Can, Steel and other leaders; and believed, moreover, that his fellow Big Bears concurred in his change of financial heart. But Bear Smith, it appeared, had concurred in no such thing. So, while Bear-turned-Bull Danforth bought, Bear-still-Bear Smith sold. Mr. Danforth...
...incidental pastoral melodrama you will remember from Author Bullett's book. The story opens in prehistoric England, in the "squat" (hut-settlement) of Koor. Koor, hitherto invincible patriarch, is aging, and the young hunters are beginning to mutter to each other. Soon the inevitable happens. The tale suddenly skips to 1750; Koor's squat is now the drowsy village of Marden Fee, its people outwardly a placid yokelry. But in many of them still runs the blood of Koor. When Gipsy Noke kills the highwayman he instinctively tries to placate the ghost as his ancestors did. And nothing...