| | 243 | Author: | Anonymous | Add | | | Title: | "Ida M. Tarbell"  | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Without expressing any opinion critically, it is quite safe to
say that there are few, if any, living American writers on
historical subjects in whom the general reading public has more
real interest than Miss Ida M. Tarbell, the author of the lives
of
Madame Roland, Napoleon and of Lincoln, and The History of the
Standard Oil, which is now running serially in McClure's
Magazine. Miss Tarbell was interviewed a short time ago for
THE BOOKMAN by Mr. Charles Hall Garrett, and out of that
interview
grew these paragraphs. Beginning biographically, it is enough to
say that Miss Tarbell attended school in Titusville,
Pennsylvania,
and later Alleghany College, Meadville, Pennsylvania, where she
was
an editor of the college publication. Being graduated with
honours, she became preceptress of the Seminary at Poland, Ohio.
Two years later she assumed the associate editorship of the
Chautauquan, published at Meadville in the interests of
its
Chautauqua work; and eventually became managing editor of that
publication. It was during this period that she awakened to a
realisation of her interest in historical and biographical
work. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 248 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Add | | | Title: | The Dawn of A To-morrow | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THERE are always two ways of
looking at a thing, frequently
there are six or seven; but two ways
of looking at a London fog are quite
enough. When it is thick and yellow
in the streets and stings a man's
throat and lungs as he breathes it, an
awakening in the early morning is
either an unearthly and grewsome,
or a mysteriously enclosing, secluding,
and comfortable thing. If one
awakens in a healthy body, and with
a clear brain rested by normal sleep
and retaining memories of a normally
agreeable yesterday, one may lie watching
the housemaid building the fire;
and after she has swept the hearth
and put things in order, lie watching
the flames of the blazing and crackling
wood catch the coals and set them
blazing also, and dancing merrily and
filling corners with a glow; and in so
lying and realizing that leaping light
and warmth and a soft bed are good
things, one may turn over on one's
back, stretching arms and legs
luxuriously, drawing deep breaths and
smiling at a knowledge of the fog
outside which makes half-past eight
o'clock on a December morning as
dark as twelve o'clock on a December
night. Under such conditions
the soft, thick, yellow gloom has its
picturesque and even humorous aspect.
One feels enclosed by it at once
fantastically and cosily, and is inclined
to revel in imaginings of the picture
outside, its Rembrandt lights and
orange yellows, the halos about the
street-lamps, the illumination of shop-windows, the flare of torches stuck
up over coster barrows and coffee-stands, the shadows on the faces of
the men and women selling and buying
beside them. Refreshed by sleep
and comfort and surrounded by light,
warmth, and good cheer, it is easy to
face the day, to confront going out
into the fog and feeling a sort of
pleasure in its mysteries. This is one
way of looking at it, but only one. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 251 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Add | | | Title: | T. Tembarom | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE boys at the Brooklyn public school which
he attended did not know what the "T."
stood for. He would never tell them. All
he said in reply to questions was: "It don't
stand for nothin'. You+'ve gotter have a'
'nitial, ain't you?" His name was, in fact,
an almost inevitable school-boy modification
of one felt to be absurd and pretentious.
His Christian name was Temple, which became
"Temp." His surname was Barom,
so he was at once "Temp Barom." In the natural tendency to
avoid waste of time it was pronounced as one word, and the
letter p being superfluous and cumbersome, it easily settled itself
into "Tembarom," and there remained. By much less inevitable
processes have surnames evolved themselves as centuries rolled
by. Tembarom liked it, and soon almost forgot he had ever
been called anything else. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 252 | Author: | Canfield, Dorothy | Add | | | Title: | Petunias — That's for Remembrance | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT was a place to which, as a dreamy, fanciful child escaping from
nurse-maid and governess, Virginia had liked to climb on hot summer
afternoons. She had spent many hours, lying on the grass in the
shade of the dismantled house, looking through the gaunt, uncovered
rafters of the barn at the white clouds, like stepping-stones in
the broad blue river of sky flowing between the mountain walls. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 253 | Author: | Carr, Mildred | Add | | | Title: | Letter from Mildred Carr in Liberia to James Miner | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I take this opportunity
of writing you this lines to inform you that
We are all well hopeing that this may find you
and famil enjoying the same blessings of
good
Health now the ship is about to sail for
Virginia & wish to let you know about the
things that you sent me last one peace of
Brown jeanes and one peace of blue cottin
a small
peace of yaller
cottin & nothing
in the way of clothing as the outher woman
had thay had shoes stockins & calicoes
and I did
not think that you sent any more to them
Than you did to me & I can not beleave outher
Ways unless you write me that you did make
That differrance with us dear Master
James
Please send me some clothing for my self &
Children some shoes for me no 7 & a box of soap
and some counterpin calico and some
calicoes
for clothing for my self & children also we
has gotten in our new house just at Chrismast
and it is large a enufe for four rooms
Please Master send those things as far as the
Money will a low please give my love to
all the servants old aunt Rachiel
speshily
24-bit 300dpi
Please give my love to Brother Billy and
Joe when you see them as I am quite busy
at
this time washing & ironing for the society
In deed all the music hall woman are inployed
by the society at this time nothing more at
this time Master James but beleave me | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 254 | Author: | Cary, Elisabeth Luther | Add | | | Title: | Recent Writings By American Indians | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | OF late years we who call ourselves Americans, but, after all, are
only foreigners "changed by the climate," have had opportunities to
read a small amount of purely American literature in the writings
of some of the educated American Indians. Three authors in
particular—Dr. Eastman, Mr. LaFlesche, and the Indian girl
Zitkala-Sa—have notably enriched our records of the characters and
customs of their people. It is interesting to observe that each of
them has emphasized the finer aspects of the old order—which, for
them, has changed forever—with a pride that cannot fail to be
recognized by the casual reader, even where it is accompanied by
the most courteous acknowledgment of the merits and advantages of
civilization. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 260 | Author: | Davis, Rebecca Harding, 1831-1910 | Add | | | Title: | Frances Waldeaux | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | In another minute the Kaiser Wilhelm would push off
from her pier in Hoboken. The last bell had rung, the
last uniformed officer and white-jacketed steward had
scurried up the gangway. The pier was massed with people
who had come to bid their friends good-by. They were all
Germans, and there had been unlimited embracing and
kissing and sobs of "Ach! mein lieber Sckatz!" and
"Gott bewahre Dick!" | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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