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...dove of peace is never more than a transient visitor in several famous parts of the world, but in the last decade there has been no country quite as inhospitable as China. Barely a year had elapsed since that patient bird spread its wings over what was hoped to be a united nation under the banking regime. But last week the news dispatches carried the old story--the dragons of war have broken loose again and frightened the timid creature back to its Geneva sanctuary. The details are not unusual. A defeated general raises an army; a force sent...
...Moon stared coldly down at Long Island last week, Elinor Smith, slim and 17, flew past his pock-marked face. His expression did not change. She whirled her biplane - a Brunner-Winkle Bird - and flew past him again, again, again. She was willing to do that all night, for she was trying for a new woman's solo record. The old record, made by one Bobby Trout on New Year's Day in California, was 12 hr., n min. After several hours, Miss Smith began to sing - every song she could remember. That was not insouciance...
Harry Payne Whitney, financier, sportsman, offered last week to give $750,000 to the American Museum of Natural History for the construction of a new wing to house collections of bird life, if and when New York City contributes an equal...
...last they were safely together. He passed his hand over her shoulder and arm?it was cool and soft as silk; the coverlet had slipped down. He drew it up, bending over her with caresses, and she replied from her drowsiness with little sleepy words of endearment, like a bird twittering on its nightly perch. But his heart was wakeful and easily scared? it started like a bird that flies up. . . ." The horror of his unconfessed murder haunted him, but he dared not confess to priest or pauper, lest further disgrace crush delicate Ingunn. She chafed under his kindness, marveled...
...poem "Verdun" reads in part: I know a place in Picardy Where the bois is rich with laughter With dead men's bones and live men's groans And bird sounds that come after! . . . O, the birds, O, the birds, Singing in the Bois de La Folie...