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Page 314 - In my opinion Mr. Stephen Leacock is one of the greatest humorists of our time. He is not only a great humorist, he is a great satirist, good-natured, polished, artistic. In fact Mr. Leacock is a public benefactor.
Page 246 - other friends remain,' That 'loss is common to the race' — And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain. That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more. Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
Page 316 - People itrolled into my room and looked over my shoulder and tried to get the book away from me. I drove them off and went on reading ; I did not »top until I had finished reading to the very end.
Page 317 - THE WANDERER ON A THOUSAND HILLS BY EDITH WHERRY Author of
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Page 318 - The charming people, the Smiths of Surbiton, claim our welcome once more, more charming than ever. Mr. Keble Howard has imbued his latest work with more than usual of his distinctive style.
Page 295 - Dick was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his face buried in his hands ; but, rising abruptly, he stood before the looking glass over the mantel-shelf.