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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Died. Leonard Merrick, 75, novelists' novelist, whose whimsically unhappy stories (When Love Flies Out o' the Window, Cynthia, Conrad in Quest of His Youth) were cold-shouldered by his British reading public, tolerated in the U. S.; in London. He usually wrote about people of his own stamp: sensitive, unsuccessful, unembittered, garret-inhabiting. In 1918, after he had published twelve novels, a dozen top-flight authors-including Barrie, Wells, Chesterton, Howells, Pinero, Hewlett-published an appreciative edition of his work, called public attention...
...once borrowed the corpse of a Chinese from the morgue, took it to a saloon, ordered plenty of drinks, left the Chinese to pay the bill. The bartender shook the Chinese to awaken him, knocked him down, tried desperately to hide the body while Bellairs & Co., peering through the window, howled with ribald glee...
...their officers report progress for 1938, better prospects still for 1939. Last year's clearings for the twelve Negro banks were above $50,000,000-more than the 25 handled in 1926 and some 6% more than for 1937. Member banks, generally working in modest two-and three-window banking rooms, averaged...
Pacing up & down in Mrs. Jack's "workshop" in Greenwich Village, Monk sings, makes strange gurglings, stares out of the window, suddenly emits an ecstatic "goatlike cry of joy." Whereupon they join in wild cavorting, break off to eat the lunch which she comes each day to prepare. At times Monk speaks as follows: "Can I devour you? Can I feed my life on yours, get all your life and richness into me, walk about with you inside me, breathe you into my lungs like harvest, absorb you, eat you, melt you, have you in my brain, my heart...
When the romance begins to wane, when Monk begins brooding over love's "bitter mystery," then not even the most extravagant prophet could anticipate the window-rattling violence and savagery of these lovers' quarrels, the crazed sadism of Monk's accusations, or the deadly criticism that Mrs. Jack shoots back. Because she always comes back for more, however, because they make up from time to time and declare "Was there ever love like ours?" it is a long time before the final parting. Near the end Monk makes his bitterest accusation: "I've lost my squeal...