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...manuscripts is an original draft of the opening chapters of Conrad's "Lord Jim," one of the author's most brilliant psychological studies of character. The paper is much interlined, and shows what extensive changes were made by the author before the final draft was sent to the publishers. A comparison of the manuscript with the printed page is made easy by the way the manuscript is placed in the Treasure Room exhibit, the original draft and a printed volume being placed side by side...
...laity should be absolved of the Dayton imprimatur it is the present volume. Mr. Ward, lately a teacher at the Taft School, lives in New Haven, Conn., where he is an imtimate of Professors Woodruff, Keller and Lull* of the Yale University Faculty all of whom checked his manuscript before it was accepted by the publishers...
...cannot refuse a salaried part in Mary, Queen o' Scots at the Princess Theatre. Other engagements follow and the young actor begins meeting the great stage folk of the day-Charles Calvert, Charles Kean, Samuel Phelps (who trains him), Madame Modjeska, Author Charles Read amid a sea of manuscript in his study, Miss Ellen Terry in her gray-blue drawing-room with ribbons of incense smoke wreathing the Venus of Milo...
...season brought to Manhattan one more little wanderer who should never have been allowed out of manuscript. Probably you cannot keep people from writing these things. About three times a year one of the writers has enough money to put his platitudes into the mouths of actors. Often the audience laughs at the wrong time...
...working at his Joan of Arc with a new secretary. Josephine brings the notes and manuscript, bundled in a sheet. Safety-pins undone, a torrent pours on the carpet-notebooks, envelopes, visiting cards, tradesmen's bills, timetables. "Burn it, tear it to pieces, blue pencil it. I don't want to look at it. . . . The first thing to do, I think, must be to divide up the work." In a score of inkwells scattered about, there is no ink. Josephine fills them with coffee. The pens scratch and splutter. Joan of Arc is postponed...