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...appearance this month of a book called "World Without End" by Helen Thomas, wife of the English poet, Edward Thomas, brings back memories of some of the more glaring examples of stupidity in Boston book censorship. It is true that the words "Banned in Boston" on the jacket of a novel will boost its sales tremendously, but in most cases the Boston book censor is not worthy of this reputation for the detection of horrid words and passages. As an example of this the first part of "World Without End" appeared some years ago under the title...
...like Pauline Athens, has an altar ready for the Unknown God. Or it may merely indicate that Anything Goes. But most curious is the fact that Fort has a following of some note, who have formed a Fortean Society to praise his name. Publisher Kendall's jacket blurb is enthusiastically contributed to by Authors Theodore Dreiser, Booth Tarkington, Harry Elmer Barnes, John Cowper Powys, Ben Hecht (who announced himself "the first disciple of Charles Fort"). Manhattan's conservative Herald Tribune is quoted as calling Fort "that amazing genius...
...large sugar-beet estate near Magdeburg, Dr. Browne saw one of Germany's most famed dowsers at work. Covering his chest with a padded leather jacket, the dowser took in his hands a looped steel divining rod, began to pace the ground. Suddenly the loop shot upward, hit him a hard blow on the chest. Continuing, he charted the outlines of the underground stream. Then using an aluminum rod, which he said was much more sensitive, he estimated the depth of the stream. A rod of still another metal indicated by a chest blow that the water was good...
...week a mill near Tokyo's railway station closed down because of the general business depression, threw hundreds of factory hands out of work. Kiyoshi Tanabe, a railway flagman employed at the plant, ate a large meal, drank quantities of water, then kilting his short cotton jacket about him swarmed up the silent factory chimney and sat on the top vowing that he would never come down till his fellow workmen were re-engaged...
Stuart was a fine figure of a man, just under six feet, big-boned, with a wide-flaring bronze beard and sweeping mustachios. "There was an elegance about him. He wore gauntlets of white buckskin, and rode in a gray shell jacket, double-breasted, buttoned back to show a close gray vest. His sword . . . was belted over a cavalry sash of golden silk with tasseled ends. His gray horseman's cloak was lined with scarlet. He liked to wear a red rose in his jacket . . . and a love-knot of red ribbon when flowers were out of season...