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Dying of cancer in her sixties in a Pacific coast boom town, with loutish roomers clumping overhead and with no love left for her patient, tender, ineffectual husband, Myra was bitter over her self-defeat, until the end. Passion had made her a lowly bed; she had writhed on it for years. She still could laugh at some of life's absurdities. Some of its beauty was still warm to her-Heine's poems, her own lovely hands. But her steely pride was turned upon itself, 'her mortal enemy. Not even religion could resign...
That worn old Eastern saint, the tender glow...
...statesmen retired below, conferred for two hours. Finally they emerged, shook hands again, and all present embarked upon a tender for the Premier's yacht. There luncheon was served. There the statesmen conferred again. Some thousands of cheering Italians who lined the shore and spied upon the Dolphin and the Giuliana wondered, as did many a newsgatherer, just what the Premier and the Foreign Secretary said to each other. Straining their ears they heard distinctly "God Save the King" rendered by the Giuliana'a band...
...office for 17 years, has accomplished many striking and notable changes in the life of the University, has donated ... a considerable part of his personal fortune. . . ." True, true. But then, ah, then came the sting. "The time is certainly not far distant," wrote the unmentionable one, "when he will tender his resignation and commence the enjoyment of a well-earned repose." Facts are all very well, but some facts simply are not discussed without provocation. Here, with Dr. Lowell in his vigorous prime, was no provocation. Harvard men raged-or chuckled-as the overweening one proceeded to anatomize the five...
...turn first, did it well, won the praise of connoisseurs for the gratifying performance of Soprano Lorna Doone Jaxon, the general excellence of the ensembles. Aïda seemed depressed by the idea of her own popularity, sagged a little, but Rigoletto stepped along, vigorously, evenly. Then came Boheme, tender, lush; Cavalleria, primitive, sententious; Pagliacci, glittering, theatrical; Butterfly, effusive, incidental; and Trovatore fittingly climactic...