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...course of Icarus, they went through the air to Athens, the place he never reached. The little hills and the brilliant city grew into the darkness under them. They landed at six in the evening and had a bitter wine with their dinner. They made a journey which many a splendid army has made in two months; by the middle of the spring afternoon they were in Marseilles...
...Invisible Government", and Professor Carver's "This Economic World" will all be reviewed. The list also includes "Mr. Hodge and Mr. Hazard", "Crusado", "Debonair", "Alice in the Delighted States", "Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing", "Bad Girl", "The Virgin Queene", "Reeds and Mud", "Perversity", "Mr. Weston's Good Wine", and "They Could Not Sleep...
Last week, Mr. Ripley's "Believe It or Not" contained an item which caused amazement to many a student of human anatomy. The item: "Marechal de Bas-sompierre poured 13 [pint] bottles of wine into a vase and drank it in one breath-as a toast to the 13 cantons of Switzerland." Mr. Ripley had proof for this statement in French histories, which told how Marechal de Bassompierre, famed convivial, was sent by King Louis of France in 1625 to recruit Swiss guards and gain a pledge of allegiance from the Swiss cantons. Two Manhattan physicians, last week, said...
...brother to offend, I will eat no flesh. . . ." A good many things made Rex to offend, and these were quietly deleted from the lives of Sam, her husband and from Flagg and Fern, her healthy twins. The picture of dancing satyrs, the little statue of Venus, the table wine, the Sunday rotogravures-one by one they mysteriously disappeared. Life began to be a queer, suspicious business. Fern was shipped away to school-she would not come back. Flagg overheard his parents quarreling viciously-he ran away. But Rex was pushed at last into young manhood...
...Mystic Order of Granada. Sunday, on the golf links, he tells his companions: "I got a birdie here last week," instead of the oldtime "I shot a buffalo here." After his labors, he dreams over an advertisement: "To live at American Venice is to quaff the very Wine of Life. ... A turquoise lagoon under an aquamarine sky ! Lazy gondolas ! Beautiful Italian gardens! . . . And, ever present, the waters of the Great South Bay lapping lazily all the day upon a beach as white and fine as the soul of a little child "Thus, the log cabin of the modern pioneer...