The Harbor

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Grosset and Dunlap, 1915 - Brooklyn (New York, N.Y.) - 387 pages

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Page 250 - Let's get out!" I caught a glimpse of his strained frowning face. Again it came over me in a flash, the years he had spent in holes like this, in this hideous rotten world of his, while I had lived joyously in mine. And as though he had read the thought in my disturbed and troubled eyes, "Let's go up where you belong,
Page 390 - McCabe tell of his studio for physical culture, and of his experiences both on the East side and at swell yachting parties. TORCHY. Illus, by Geo. Biehm and Jas. Montgomery Flagg. A red-headed office boy, overflowing with wit and wisdom peculiar to the youths reared on the sidewalks of New York, tells the Btory of his experiences.
Page 47 - Rolling Home, Rolling Home, Rolling Home across the Sea Rolling Home to Dear Old England Rolling Home Dear Land to Thee.
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Page 5 - I was so little that I could barely walk alone, you had the first mighty thrill of your life. For you found that through a hole in the ivy you could see a shivery distance straight down through the air to a street below. You found that the two iron posts, one at either end of the fence, were warm when you touched them, had holes in the top, had smoke coming out — were chimneys! And slowly it dawned upon your mind that this garden of yours was nothing at all but the roof of a grey old building —...
Page 387 - Make way for me. Make way, all you little men. Make way, all you habits and all you institutions, all you little creeds and gods. For I am the start of the voyage — over the ocean to heathen lands! And I am always starting out and always bearing you along! For I am your molder, I am strong — I am a surprise, I am a shock — I am a dazzling passion of hope — I am a grim executioner! I am reality — I am life! I am the book that has no end!
Page 52 - You were alive!" "Merci! Au revoir, monsieur!" What a desert of knowledge it was back there. Our placid tolerance of the profs included the books they gave us. The history prof gave us ten books of collateral reading. Each book, if we could pledge our honor as gentlemen that we had read it, counted us five in examination. On the night before the examination I happened to enter the room of one of our foptball giants, and found him surrounded by five freshmen, all of whom were reading aloud.
Page 5 - ... warehouse" long ago when the waters of the harbour had come 'way in to the street below. The old "wharves" had been down there, she said. What was a "wharf"? It was a "dock," she told me. And she said that a family of "dockers" lived in the building under our garden.
Page 351 - And in its place a huge new god, whose feet stood deep in poverty and in whose head were all the dreams of all the toilers of the earth, had called to me with one deep voice, with one tremendous burning passion for the freedom of mankind.

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