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Originally it was a lifeboat on a yacht belonging to Novelist Zane Grey. They put masts on it and called it a yawl, the Grey Ghost. Fishermen Eli Kelly and James McKinley sailed it out in December and were crippled by a storm. Before the Grey Ghost drifted ashore on Santa Catalina Island, Fishermen McKinley was dead and Fisherman Kelly was, by agreement, a cannibal, still alive but half-crazed (TIME, Jan. 3, 10). Fisherman George McShallis of San Pedro, Calif., salvaged the Grey Ghost and sailed to San Clemente to ply his trade...
...Last Trail (Thomas Mix). It is a relief, now and then, to sit back and consume a westerner a picture where the hero streaks across the horizon on his able, horse, waves his lasso, humiliates the suave villain, rescues a milk-fed maiden. The plot is worthless; Zane Grey wrote it. The action is great; Cowboy Mix, Horse Tony, Bloodhound Blinkerton, two careening stage coaches...
...prominent parts taken by C. F. Frazier '27 as Dolores Casanova, the Spanish vampire , and R. W. Grossman 1G.B. as Jimmy Walker, Rockwell's valet, the following personnel is announced: "Pa" Ogden A. A. Laun '27 Tom Mixer E. F. Gamache'27 Bull Montana R. W. Ayer 3E.S. Zane Gray C. A. Allen'28 Ollie Curwood J. A. Hutchinson...
Once there were steamboats on the Mississippi. Writers, thinking about those boats, fancy a certain gallantry, lost now, in the passengers who used them; the names of the boats, too, were beautiful and proud-The Anna Linington, Belle Zane, Magnolia, The Doubloon, The Fashion, The Great Republic. And it is true that people on shore could hear music blown over dark waters from the frail and lighted decks; niggers were fiddling there, gamblers in tall hats were playing faro, planters and belles and bankers swept down the river; they are gone. ' But who shall say that another age, because...
...that the devil slips. And that my children (as the only honest man in the town said) is something. Nor was he completely without a certain sense of the fitness of things. No doubt he owes much to the fact that his earliest reading had been in the classics, Zane Gray, Jane Austin and Octavus Roy Cohen. But the significant fact remains, gentlemen, that no romantic writer of his ilk could have existed west of Worcester without feeling the subtle and pervading influence of the fin desiecle spirit on his whiskey sours. Changing his verse every ten years, and here...