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...Vagabond turned hopefully toward the third, hitherto silent, member of the party. "I never have read the column." The Vagabond pushed away his plate of humble pie and departed, the world in ashes. The cruel words rang loudly in his old ears and when he thought thereon he wept...
...Miss Bourke-White, expert camerawoman traveling free-lance with Governmental blessing, took 800 photographs in Soviet Russia. Artistically in love with her work, she took great pains, gave none. Happy posers said "Thank you" when her shutter clicked; one woman even wept for joy. The Russians "consider the artist an important factor in the Five-Year Plan, and the photographer the artist of the Machine Age." They appreciated Bourke-White. Starting as their photographer she soon became their comrade...
...waving wooden tomahawks and loudly protesting to an imperious voice from the kitchen window, "But mama, we're only burning him at the stake like Indians," because of Mr. Cooper. He did much else besides; wrote several excellent sea stories, a naval history of the United States, and the "Wept of Wish ten Wish" which appears to be a bit whimsy. He was the first great American story teller who set the stage, most regrettably, for a series of other yarn spinners, whose only qualifications were that they had carefully read Cooper. Professor Matthiessen will enlarge upon all this today...
...officials. They found many a scholarly volume?history, astrology, art, economics, biology?many, they said, with library marks, some partially deleted, some completely visible. He denied any theft, said he was a booklover, had bought books from a former classmate whose name he did not rightly remember. Mrs. Williams wept. When photographers came, Booklover Williams muttered: "This is a beastly performance." The books were loaded in a truck, sent off for Library officials to check over. Booklover Williams was held in $500 bail...
Rachael grew pale, wept. Her mother, her face hidden by a shawl, screamed hoarsely and fled the courtroom. Nathan Goldberg sobbed: "She is dead for me. I have nothing to do with her no more. Her three dresses hang in the closet. Tomorrow I burn them and we sit shivah. She is dead from...