| | 22 | Author: | Peattie, Elia Wilkinson, 1862-1935 | Add | | | Title: | The Artistic Side of Chicago  | | | | Published: | 1999 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ONE who enters Chicago unacquainted with it, having no open
sesame to its hospitable doors, knowing the city only by its streets,
its hotels, and its theatres, is disturbed by an unpleasant emotion. If
he comes from some well-regulated, cultivated, and placid town of
the eastern part of this country, or from England or Germany, he
feels shaken out of poise and peace by a tremendous discord. He
sees a city ankle-deep in dirt, swathed in smoke, wild with noise,
and frantic with the stress of life. He sees confusion rampant, and
the fret and fume of the town rise and brood above it like hideous
Afrits. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 25 | Author: | Peattie, Elia Wilkinson, 1862-1935 | Add | | | Title: | Shehens` Houn` Dogs | | | | Published: | 1999 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | EDWARD Berenson, the Washington correspondent for the New
York News, descended from the sleeping-car at Hardin,
Kentucky, and inquired for the stage to Ballington's Gap. But there
was, it appeared, no stage. Neither was a conveyance to be hired.
The community looked at Berenson and went by on the other side.
He had, indeed, as he recollected, with a too confiding candor,
registered himself from Washington, and there were reasons in
plenty why strangers should not be taken over to Ballington's Gap
promiscuously, so to speak, by the neighbors at Hardin. Berenson
had come down from Washington with a purpose, however, and he
was not to be frustrated. He wished to inquire — politely — why, for
four generations, the Shehens and the Babbs had been killing each
other. He meant to put the question calmly and in the interest of
scientific journalism, but he was quite determined to have it
answered. To this end he bought a lank mare for seventy-five
dollars — "an th' fixin's thrown in, sah" — and set out upon a red
road, bound for the Arcadian distance. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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