Tales from a Rolltop DeskDoubleday, Page, 1921 - 262 страници |
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Amsterdam Avenue Ann Austin Arthur Arundel asked Basswood Birdlip Blackmore blue called CHRISTOPHER MORLEY cigar coal coffee-urn Commutation Chophouse corner cried Cynthia dear desk Digby Digby's dinner door Dulcet Dunbar editor Edward Lear Edwards eyes Fagan feeling girl Gloria Harry heard heart Heathwood Hemming Jamaica Janet Judy kind knew Larsen letter literary looked Lovelorn lunch manuscript meal mind Miss Cunningham Miss Denver morning nervous never newspaper night Orison Swett Marden paper Park Row pert little petrarch pipe play rehearsal remember rhyme ROLLTOP DESK round Sampson sandwich boards Sanford seemed sitting smiled smoking soft collars sort stood story Street stuff suppose table d'hôte talk telephone tell theatrical producer There's thing thought ticket tobacco told took trying turned typewriter Upton Veal Vesey Vesey's walked window wondered write young
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Страница 195 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Страница 31 - Love Song, Freudian Among our literary scenes, Saddest this sight to me, The graves of little magazines That died to make verse free. The Liberators He must not laugh at his own wheeze: A snuff box has no right to sneeze. The Humorist RUTH MASON RICE [1884-1927] A curve for the shore, A line for the...
Страница 205 - ... The people, all gulping iced mixtures, stared at her curiously. Sure, this is a mad country, she thought. The clock telling the time was the only thing she could properly understand. So it was the clock, at last, that brought her to startled action. It was getting late. A tall, good-looking fellow in uniform came out of a room at the back of the station, carrying two lighted lanterns. He halted not far from where she was sitting, and compared his watch with the Western Union clock. Of all the...
Страница 202 - ... understood. It's the little things you take for granted at home that come back to hurt you when you're away. That night, sitting in her bedroom next the nursery, she shook herself ill with sobs. One who might have helped her greatly took pains to add to her bewilderment. Hattie, Mrs. Leland's colored cook, a retainer of long standing, was sharply disgruntled at this new addition to the household. Jealousy was .the root of Hattie's irritation, and it shot up a rapid foliage of poison ivy. The...
Страница 204 - ... Shop windows were gay with pleasantly exaggerated symbols of his romantic power. Winter afternoons in the city are cruel to the unfortunate, for the throng of the streets, the light and lure of the scene, make loneliness all the worse if there is trouble in your heart. Judy sat in the waiting-room of the Long Island terminal in Brooklyn, and tears were on her face. She had somehow missed Mrs. Flaherty's lad. Then she had -tried to find her way to the lodging-house, but grew more and more frightened...
Страница 202 - ... Hattie's irritation, and it shot up a rapid foliage of poison ivy. The previous nurse, a bosom friend of Hattie's own race, had been discharged in December for incompetence. Moreover, Hattie had not forgotten poor naive Judy's startled look when they first encountered. Judy had hardly seen a colored person before and was honestly alarmed. Hattie, though loyal to Mrs. Leland in her own primitive fashion, deeply resented this interloper. The invasion proved that Mrs. Leland was no longer entirely...
Страница 206 - If you please, where will I be after taking the train to Heathwood?" she said, nervously. "Heathwood? The 6:18 makes Heathwood. Right over there; the gate's just opening. Change at Jamaica." He looked down at her, wondering but kindly. He was puzzled at the frightened way she was staring at his cap; he could hardly have guessed that to wet eyes the embroidered letters had at first seemed to be LIAR. Her puny pinched face was streaked with tears, the red knitted muffler made her pallor even whiter....
Страница 198 - Edwin Booth — Interpreter " is full of significant episodes from the life of Booth. It is the next of Dr. Abbott's " Snap-Shets of My Contemporaries," and appears in an early issue of The Outlook. PUNCH AND JUDY A TALE BY CHRISTOPHER MORLEY WHEN Judy Cronin first saw the topless towers of Manhattan rising into the lilac vagueness of a foggy winter morning, she passed into a numb and frightened daze. Standing on the steerage deck of the Celtic, she neered tremulously at these fantastic, impossible...
Страница 209 - Judy," said Mrs. Leland when \\ her nursemaid got back to the house, "how much better you look! Did you have a good time?" "Oh, a grand time," said Judy. Her face had a touch of color and indeed even her awkward bog-trotting gait seemed lighter and more sprightly. "That's good,
Страница 202 - ... encountered. Judy had hardly seen a colored person before and was honestly alarmed. Hattie, though loyal to Mrs. Leland in her own primitive fashion, deeply resented this interloper. The invasion proved that Mrs. Leland was no longer entirely dependent on the particular clique of Heathwood colored society in which Hattie moved. The cook's logic was narrow but rigorous. The sooner the intruder could be discouraged out of the house, the sooner the Black Hussars (as Heathwood ladies called the colored...