Word: treeing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...House of Women. Louis Bromfield has won repute as a novelist, which his disciples hope will not be damned by faint plays. Novelist became dramatist last week with a theatricalization of his story The Green Bay Tree. This transference was achieved under the sentient auspices of Arthur Hopkins,* and brought to life upon the stage by such luminaries as Elsie Ferguson and Nance O'Neil. The whole was considerably smaller than the sum of the parts; the general verdict blamed the play...
John Anderson (New York Evening Post) : "Except for the slight but insuperable barrier of authorship I would have thought that Mr. Bromfield hadn't read The Green Bay Tree...
Joseph was a lazy boy who could do nothing better than cut down trees neatly. But, what Uncle Henry, who raised the biggest lettuce heads ever seen in those parts, could never understand, was why Joseph refused to cut down the ash trees. Metabel came to know the reason when she met one day a little green god sitting in the woods and talking to some mice. He preferred ash trees to live under and Joseph knew it. Joseph would never have cut down an ash if St. John Deakan had not come to dinner one night and brought...
After the tree fell the small and peaceful deity made Metabel crawl into the bruised tangle of branches so that when Joseph found her there he would think the top part of the tree had fallen on her. There was a thunder storm that night, and Musket, who was an old dog and had just had a somewhat exhausting love affair, was annoyed at having to sniff about the damp slippery woods all night. In the morning Joseph found Metabel and promised that he would not cut down any more ash trees. He even kissed...
With confidence that is pathetic to me, who already knows its destiny, you are setting out a new tree. My pride in my college will not allow me to silently observe a repetition of the episode. I beg of you, unless you already know the perpetrators of this outrage, to inform me through the columns of the CRIMSON as to where I can talk with one of you unobserved. Very truly yours, A Friend...