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Isabella Gardner inherited millions of dollars from her father (a Manhattan importer) and millions more from her husband, John Lowell Gardner, who was a pillar of Boston society. She enjoyed the money. Young "Mrs. Jack" buffaloed Boston by such antics as strolling down Tremont Street with a lion on a leash, and high balling to a North Shore party at the throttle of a chartered locomotive. Once, when asked to contribute to "The Charitable Eye and Ear Infirmary," she remarked that she was not aware of a charitable eye or ear in Boston. Henry Adams described the effect...
...years ago Agatha Christie produced a play, The Suspects, which never got past Tremont Street on the road to New York. Like the shrewd inspectors who dot her novels, however, Miss Christie is not so easily foiled by one failure. In her latest mystery, Witness for the Prosecution, she again tries to solve the riddle of how to write a good play, and if in the end the prize escapes her, she has at least managed a substantial improvement in technique...
Presently, however, Atheneum officials have nothing but good words for the cemetery behind them. The expanse of headstone dotted lawn that houses the "tempestuous spirits" of the revolution has assured the library a refuge from the newer turmoil of Tremont St. Outside these spirits lie quietly; inside, aired on oaken frames, and in statue filled halls, they move again...
...working politician, he has turned his attention to consolidating his position in his own party. Long ago, in 1936, he had begun to build a Herter machine, in the shabby old Republican Club on Boston's Tremont Street. The club became Herter GHQ, and after the election, the engine-block of the state organization. With most of his Republican peers (Saltonstall, Weeks, Lodge, Martin) removed from the local scene, Herter has already been able to lay to rest most doubts about who is boss...
...channelled, ordered mind will enter Burr Hall like a virgin stepping out of Tremont street into Scollay Square. Others will look at its exterior like a country boy watching the tattooed man in a carnival. But there are those who will watch it like a mother seeing her youngest take his first steps, in stocking feet...