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...Ellison '27, R. W. Puffer '26, H. L. deRham '27, J. E. Tobin '27, C. L. Todd '26, Isadore Zarakov '27 and William Ullman '27, each of whom won his letter last year. The others are J. N. Barbee '28, H. W. Burns '28, R. H. Booth '28, Henry Chauncey '28, W. W. Lord '28, all of the class of 1928, and P. F. Mosely...
...artist-father's house on grass-grown Market Street (Newark) was "the resort of notabilities." Thither came Henry Ward Beecher, General McClellan, Horace Greeley, Edwin Booth, Frank Leslie. Henry Clay and John C. Calhoun had used to come. Buffalo Bill called next door. Thomas Edison had a shop around the corner...
Absolution is the most astonishing piece in the collection. Imagine Booth Tarkington suddenly endowed with a real sense of beauty and a Slavic flair for psychology. Rudolph Miller, aged eleven, has enormous, intense blue eyes and a private name for himself, "Blatchford Sarnemington." By lying at the Catholic confessional and observing the effect upon his puny father and the sex-starved priest, he discovers the difference between himself and his "official" soul...
...informed him; that then he went immediately to his dying father; further, that, had he gone, the murder might possibly have been averted, since he, youngest of the party and entering the box last, naturally would have had a seat next the door and might have interfered when Booth rudely intruded. If you are in error, please correct in the interest of accurate history...
...Herriot, sucking meditatively at his pipe, bowed gravely to Ambassador Rakovsky. For a few moments they leaned against a booth and talked. Gradually Mayor Herriot warmed toward the amiable Russian. He forgot that many of his bourgeois Lyonnaise constituents invested heavily in Russian bonds before the War and now regard all emissaries of the Soviets as agents of the Devil. In a word, M. Herriot invited M. Rakovsky to an official banquet at Lyons that night. They shook hands and M. Herriot strolled on, still sucking-warm whiffs from his Italian briar...