New Outlook, 92 tomasOutlook Publishing Company, 1909 |
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19 psl.
... mind you - hot and cold corn muffins , old- fashioned sponge cake , Maryland sweet pickles , and several other things that the Spectator has forgotten . The Spectator was starving , and the amiable American lady set him down at a little ...
... mind you - hot and cold corn muffins , old- fashioned sponge cake , Maryland sweet pickles , and several other things that the Spectator has forgotten . The Spectator was starving , and the amiable American lady set him down at a little ...
39 psl.
... mind is this : That India is not one country , and there is no such entity as India or “ the Indian people . " There are many large provinces in India ; and it is certainly not saying too much to state that each one of these provinces ...
... mind is this : That India is not one country , and there is no such entity as India or “ the Indian people . " There are many large provinces in India ; and it is certainly not saying too much to state that each one of these provinces ...
42 psl.
... mind . ” The latest testimony to this fact is Judge Grant's novel , " The Chippendales " ( Scribners ) . In fact , the book shares the peculiarity of the town . It is not so much a novel as a drench of local color , in which the Subway ...
... mind . ” The latest testimony to this fact is Judge Grant's novel , " The Chippendales " ( Scribners ) . In fact , the book shares the peculiarity of the town . It is not so much a novel as a drench of local color , in which the Subway ...
43 psl.
... mind of the destroyer , this carping spirit which constructs noth- ing and tears down everything . Judge Grant exclaims , and his critics may well echo his cry , " A Cause ! a Cause ! Wanted ! a burning Cause ! " One looks back over the ...
... mind of the destroyer , this carping spirit which constructs noth- ing and tears down everything . Judge Grant exclaims , and his critics may well echo his cry , " A Cause ! a Cause ! Wanted ! a burning Cause ! " One looks back over the ...
112 psl.
... mind , and the infant mind seems to like it , and to respond with enthusiasm and accuracy . From room to room the visitor can saunter , and in each room finds afresh how his or her own early education was neglected . The " number work ...
... mind , and the infant mind seems to like it , and to respond with enthusiasm and accuracy . From room to room the visitor can saunter , and in each room finds afresh how his or her own early education was neglected . The " number work ...
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