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First patentee of a plant was Henry F. Rosenberg of New Brunswick, N. J. He made the "Dr. Van Fleet," a climbing rose which blooms once a year, an "ever- blooming . . . climbing or trailing rose," in the words of his patent. The rose's name is "New Dawn...
BRIGHT SKIN?Julia Peterkin?Bobbs-Merrill ($2.50). Asleep in the little shack along the Spanish-mossy river, little Blue is wakened by his father before dawn, told to come along, leave his mother and his home forever. Blue's mother has played the whore: Blue is the only child his father knows to be his own. Together they are going back to Blue's father's parents, Cun Fred...
Like many & many an experimenter before him, one Willard Edward Blain of New London, Conn, strapped himself to an arrangement of batlike wings one chill dawn last week and tried to flap through space. About 100 spectators, including a squad of newsmen and photographers, watched as the inventor poised, 5-11. wings outspread, on the rail of a highway bridge over the Thames River. Presently he took off, plunked straight down 35 feet into the icy water. Extricating himself with difficulty, Bat Man Blain was picked up by a motorboat from which he proudly dove again into the water...
...seal bark. Thirty-six hours later the Tar Baby crept toward Goose Island, the Sound's favorite seal haunt. But the weather was thick, the seals kept away from the rocks where on bright days they bask. Patiently the banker, the broker, the aviator waited for another dawn. That day it snowed, they shivered aboard their boat all day. On the fourth day the skies cleared. Across the width of Goose Island the three men wriggled on their stomachs, waited uncomfortable hours within sight of some big, flat rocks. Finally, out of the water clambered a single big bull...
Next day in a grey dawn the odd lull still hung over the city as though the good citizens had refused to awaken. No windows were flung wide to groet the morning, no one went whistling to work, the breakfast bacon seemed to lie quiet in its own grease. As the day wore on a strange murmur like far off breakers on a distant beach began in the St. Antoine to break the sullen quietude. Travelling slowly along the crooked streets it gathered volume always nearer, always louder. At last with a great roar it burst out around the high...