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...Coolidge received 14 Italian women and from their hands a hand-spun, hand-woven woolen dress made by the Mothers' Club of an industrial school in Boston. Twelve Hungarian ladies from Cleveland presented her with a hand-made lace centrepiece...
...tragedy. Mephistopheles made Faust live on, enticed him with promises of pleasures, with visions of fair Marguerite, restored him to youth. There were the same choral festivities with students, soldiers, peasants and burghers, the same stout Valentine, who dies in the attempt to avenge his sister's honor. Marguerite spun her stint, disported herself with jewels and flowers, repulsed Faust, then yielded. The prison scene was the same?a repentant maiden condemned for infanticide, the tortured offender dragged relentlessly away by Mephistopheles, and Marguerite carried away high into the sky by white, white angels...
...affix her profile as Goddess of Liberty to the silver dollars issued by the U.S. Mint at Philadelphia in 1878. In 1880 a newspaper man divulged her secret and she was flooded with offers to exploit her beauty-fair complexion, blue eyes, Grecian nose and crown of soft-spun golden hair-on the stage. She refused, staying on as principal of a house-of-refuge girls' school. She later taught kindergarten philosophy at a normal school, not retiring until 1924. Not only did she take no false vanity in the accident of her unblemished features, but besides preferring...
...school he used to tell stories to his mates that would last weeks, months, terms. There was no money to send him to college and his father tried to cure the boy's fever for yarning. But even in a Birmingham brassworks he jotted notes and spun tales at lunch hour. It lost him his job, but the fights he fought made red blood for his heroes and villains. Once he had to climb up through a 120-foot chimney on a bet and fight a man when he came down groggy with soot and exertion. Penniless...
...Haggard's orientally imaginative novels, weird, mystical, and scented with the unfathomable agelessness of Asia, there has appeared scarcely another novelist whose taste for the exotic mystery of much infinities has carven a readable story. Quite in this older, manner Mr. Merritt has harked back to Ancient Babylon and spun an interesting and curious, if not so successful, fantasy. Unfortunately the latter's hero makes his first blow in a luxurious apartment in contemporary New York and after demolishing an archeological monolith from Babylon, is whisked back a score of centuries without the slightest warning. He finds himself...