| | 107 | Author: | Lynch, Frederick | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Personal Recollections of Andrew Carnegie / by Frederick Lynch  | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I FIRST met Mr. Carnegie on a special train to Tuskegee. Mr. Robert C. Ogden,
chairman of the Board of Trustees of Tuskegee Institute, had invited about
a hundred men and women to be his guests for a week on a special train from
New York to Tuskegee and back. The train was made up of stateroom cars with
two dining cars, and the guests occupied the train all the week, even while
at Tuskegee. (Principal Washington had built a spur from the main road right
into the Tuskegee campus. He used to say of it: "It is not as long as the
New York Central, but it is just as broad.") It was a very happy party. It
was made up largely of University presidents and professors, well-known editors,
many publicists, and a sprinkling of clergymen and authors. Practically every
man on the train was a man of international reputation, but three or four
stood
out among all the rest not only because of eminence, but because of
the good time they were having. They were in picnic mood and were enjoying
the trip immensely. They were often together. I recall especially Mr. Taft,
Mr. Carnegie, Lyman Abbott, President Eliot and Professor Dutton discussing
international affairs. The Philippine question was then to the front and
there was a wide diversity of opinion in this group on that question, and
when the talk veered around to the Philippines, as it always did, a crowd
of us younger men would gather about this group and listen—sometimes egg
the disputants on. Sometimes the disputants would get quite warm on the subject,
and then we heard some rare talk. All phases of internationalism were discussed,
but on this subject the members of the group were pretty well agreed. But
when it came to the question of armament there came a division of the house
again. There were a good many educators on the train, and most of them were
pretty thoroughly in accord with Mr. Carnegie's views, namely, that the
vocational side of education should be stressed, and that science should
replace the classics. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 108 | Author: | McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Brewster`s Millions / by McCutcheon, George Barr | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | "The Little Sons of the Rich" were gathered about the long table in Pettingill's
studio. There were nine of them present, besides Brewster. They were all
young, more or less enterprising, hopeful, and reasonably sure of better
things to come. Most of them bore names that meant something in the story
of New York. Indeed, one of them had remarked, "A man is known by the street
that's named after him," and as he was a new member, they called him "Subway." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 114 | Author: | Morley, Christopher | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Parnassus On Wheels | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I WONDER if there isn't a lot of bunkum in higher education?
I never found that people who were learned in logarithms and
other kinds of poetry were any quicker in washing dishes or
darning socks. I've done a good deal of reading when I could,
and I don't want to "admit impediments" to the love of books,
but I've also seen lots of good, practical folk spoiled by too
much fine print. Reading sonnets always gives me hiccups, too. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 116 | Author: | Norris, Kathleen | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Mother : A Story | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Image of illuminated capitol.
"WELL, we couldn't have much worse weather than this for the last week of
school, could we?" Margaret Paget said in discouragement. She stood at one
of the school windows, her hands thrust deep in her coat pockets for warmth,
her eyes following the whirling course of the storm that howled outside.
The day had commenced with snow, but now, at twelve o'clock, the rain was
falling in sheets, and the barren schoolhouse yard, and the play-shed roof,
ran muddy streams of water. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 117 | Author: | Norris, Frank | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Pit: A Story of Chicago / By Frank Norris | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | At eight o'clock in the inner vestibule of the
Auditorium Theatre by the window of the box office,
Laura Dearborn, her younger sister Page, and their
aunt—Aunt Wess'—were still waiting for the rest of
the theatre-party to appear. A great, slow-moving
press of men and women in evening dress filled the
vestibule from one wall to another. A confused murmur
of talk and the shuffling of many feet arose on all
sides, while from time to time, when the outside and
inside doors of the entrance chanced to be open
simultaneously, a sudden draught of air gushed in,
damp, glacial, and edged with the penetrating keenness
of a Chicago evening at the end of February. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 120 | Author: | Porter, Eleanor H. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Just David | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Far up on the mountain-side stood alone in the clearing. It was
roughly yet warmly built. Behind it jagged cliffs broke the north
wind, and towered gray-white in the sunshine. Before it a tiny
expanse of green sloped gently away to a point where the mountain
dropped in another sharp descent, wooded with scrubby firs and
pines. At the left a footpath led into the cool depths of the
forest. But at the right the mountain fell away again and
disclosed to view the picture David loved the best of all: the
far-reaching valley; the silver pool of the lake with its ribbon
of a river flung far out; and above it the grays and greens and
purples of the mountains that climbed one upon another's
shoulders until the topmost thrust their heads into the wide dome
of the sky itself. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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