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Roughing It De Luxe - Looking for Lo Roughing It De Luxe - Looking for Lo

Roughing It De Luxe - Looking for Lo
IF it is your desire to observe the Red Indian of the Plains engaged in his tribal sports and pastimes wait for the Wild West Show; there is sure to be one coming to your town before the season is over. Or if you are bloodthirsty by nature and yearn to see him prancing round upon the warpath, destroying the hated paleface and strewing the soil with his shredded fragments, restrain your longings until next fall and then arrange to take in the football game between Carlisle and Princeton. But, whatever you do, do not go journeying into the Far West... Long Stories - Post by : best4you - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 2048

Roughing It De Luxe - In the Haunt of the Native Son Roughing It De Luxe - In the Haunt of the Native Son

Roughing It De Luxe - In the Haunt of the Native Son
THERE are various ways of entering San Francisco, and the traveling general passenger agent of any one of half a dozen trunklines stands ready to prove to you--absolutely beyond the peradventure of a doubt--that his particular way is incomparably the best one; but to my mind a very satisfactory way is to go overland from Monterey.The route we followed led us lengthwise through the wonderful Santa Clara country, straight up a wide box plait of valley tucked in between an ornamental double ruffle of mountains. I suppose if we passed one ranch we passed a thousand--cattle ranches, fruit ranches, hen ranches,... Long Stories - Post by : JuvioSuccess - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 796

Roughing It De Luxe - How Do You Like the Climate? Roughing It De Luxe - How Do You Like the Climate?

Roughing It De Luxe - How Do You Like the Climate?
ONCE upon a time a stranger went to Southern California; and when he was asked the customary question--to wit: "How do you like the climate?" he said: "No, I don't like it!" So they destroyed him on the spot. I have forgotten now whether they merely hanged him on the nearest tree or burned him at the stake; but they destroyed him utterly and hid his bones in an unmarked grave.History, that lying jade, records that when Balboa first saw the Pacific he plunged breast-deep into the waves, drew his sword and waved it on high, probably using for that purpose... Long Stories - Post by : runtonk - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 817

Roughing It De Luxe - Rabid and His Friends Roughing It De Luxe - Rabid and His Friends

Roughing It De Luxe - Rabid and His Friends
THE Hydrophobic Skunk resides at the extreme bottom of the Grand Canon and, next to a Southern Republican who never asked for a Federal office, is the rarest of living creatures. He is so rare that nobody ever saw him--that is, nobody except a native. I met plenty of tourists who had seen people who had seen him, but never a tourist who had seen him with his own eyes. In addition to being rare, he is highly gifted.I think almost anybody will agree with me that the common, ordinary skunk has been most richly dowered by Nature. To adorn a... Long Stories - Post by : add2it - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 1403

Roughing It De Luxe - A Pilgrim Canonized Roughing It De Luxe - A Pilgrim Canonized

Roughing It De Luxe - A Pilgrim Canonized
IT is generally conceded that the Grand Canon of Arizona beggars description. I shall therefore endeavor to refrain from doing so. I realize that this is going to be a considerable contract. Nearly everybody, on taking a first look at the Grand Canon, comes right out and admits its wonders are absolutely indescribable--and then proceeds to write anywhere from two thousand to fifty thousand words, giving the full details. Speaking personally, I wish to say that I do not know anybody who has yet succeeded in getting away with the job.In the old days when he was doing the literature for... Long Stories - Post by : andrewteg - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 504

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 16. Louvain the Forsaken Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 16. Louvain the Forsaken

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 16. Louvain the Forsaken
It was Sunday when I saw Louvain in the ashes of her desolation. We were just back then from the German trenches before Antwerp; and the hollow sounds of the big guns which were fired there at spaced intervals came to our ears as we rode over the road leading out from Brussels, like the boomings of great bells. The last time I had gone that way the country was full of refugees fleeing from burning villages on beyond. Now it was bare, except for a few baggage trains lumbering along under escort of shaggy gray troopers. Perhaps I should say... Nonfictions - Post by : best4you - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 1451

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 15. Belgium--The Rag Doll of Europe Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 15. Belgium--The Rag Doll of Europe

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 15. Belgium--The Rag Doll of Europe
I have told you already, how on the first battlefield of any consequence that was visited by our party I picked up, from where it lay in the track of the Allies' retreat, a child's rag doll. It was a grotesque thing of print cloth, with sawdust insides. I found it at a place where two roads met. Presumably some Belgian child, fleeing with her parents before the German advance, dropped it there, and later a wagon or perhaps a cannon came along and ran over it. The heavy wheel had mashed the head of it flat.In impressions which I wrote... Nonfictions - Post by : codebluenj - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 3230

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 14. The Red Glutton Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 14. The Red Glutton

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 14. The Red Glutton
As we went along next day through the town of Maubeuge we heard singing; and singing was a most rare thing to be hearing in this town. In a country where no one smiles any more who belongs in that country, singing is not a thing which you would naturally expect to hear. So we turned off of our appointed route.There was a small wine shop at the prow of a triangle of narrow streets. It had been a wine shop. It was now a beer shop. There had been a French proprietor; he had a German partner now. It had... Nonfictions - Post by : runtonk - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 3037

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 13. Those Yellow Pine Boxes Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 13. Those Yellow Pine Boxes

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 13. Those Yellow Pine Boxes
It was late in the short afternoon, and getting close on to twilight, when we got back into the town. Except for the soldiers there was little life stirring in the twisting streets. There was a funeral or so in progress. It seemed to us that always, no matter where we stopped, in whatsoever town or at whatsoever hour, some dead soldier was being put away. Still, I suppose we shouldn't have felt any surprise at that. By now half of Europe was one great funeral. Part of it was on crutches and part of it was in the graveyard and... Nonfictions - Post by : gabby - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 3270

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 12. The Rut of Big Guns in France Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 12. The Rut of Big Guns in France

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 12. The Rut of Big Guns in France
Let me say at the outset of this chapter that I do not set up as one professing to have any knowledge whatsoever of so-called military science. The more I have seen of the carrying-on of the actual business of war, the less able do I seem to be to understand the meanings of the business. For me strategy remains a closed book. Even the simplest primary lessons of it, the A B C's of it, continue to impress me as being stupid, but none the less unplumbable mysteries.The physical aspects of campaigning I can in a way grasp. At least... Nonfictions - Post by : codebluenj - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 1609

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 11. War de Luxe Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 11. War de Luxe

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 11. War de Luxe
"I think," said a colonel of the ordnance department as we came out into the open after a good but a hurried and fly-ridden breakfast--"I think," he said in his excellent Saxonized English, "that it would be as well to look at our telephone exchange first of all. It perhaps might prove of some small interest to you." With that he led the way through a jumble of corridors to a far corner of the Prefecture of Laon, perching high on the Hill of Laon and forming for the moment the keystone of the arch of the German center. So that... Nonfictions - Post by : simkl - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 658

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 10. In the Trenches Before Rheims Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 10. In the Trenches Before Rheims

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 10. In the Trenches Before Rheims
After my balloon-riding experience what followed was in the nature of an anticlimax--was bound to be anti-climactic. Yet the remainder of the afternoon was not without action. Not an hour later, as we stood in a battery of small field guns--guns I had watched in operation from my lofty gallery seat--another flyer, or possibly the same one we had already seen, appeared in the sky, coming now in a long swinging sweep from the southwest, and making apparently for the very spot where our party had stationed itself to watch the trim little battery perform.It had already dropped some form of... Nonfictions - Post by : Truman - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 3110

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 9. Viewing A Battle from a Balloon Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 9. Viewing A Battle from a Balloon

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 9. Viewing A Battle from a Balloon
She was anchored to earth in a good-sized field. Woods horizoned the field on three of its edges and a sunken road bounded it on the fourth. She measured, I should say at an offhand guess, seventy-five feet from tip to tip lengthwise, and she was perhaps twenty feet in diameter through her middle. She was a bright yellow in color--a varnished, oily-looking yellow--and in shape suggestive of a frankfurter.At the end of her near the ground and on the side that was underneath --for she swung, you understand, at an angle--a swollen protuberance showed, as though an air bubble had... Nonfictions - Post by : mrtwist - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 2135

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 8. Three Generals and a Cook Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 8. Three Generals and a Cook

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 8. Three Generals and a Cook
To get to the civic midriff of the ancient and honorable French city of Laon you must ascend a road that winds in spirals about a high, steep hill, like threads cut in a screw. Doing this you come at length to the flat top of the screw--a most curiously flat top--and find on this side of you the Cathedral and the market-place, and on that side of you the Hotel de Ville a German flag hangs among the iron lilies in the grille-worked arms of the Republic above the front doors. Dead ahead of you is the Prefecture, which... Nonfictions - Post by : Truman - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 1058

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 7. The Grapes of Wrath Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 7. The Grapes of Wrath

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 7. The Grapes of Wrath
There is a corner of Rhenish Prussia that shoulders up against Holland and drives a nudging elbow deep into the ribs of Belgium; and right here, at the place where the three countries meet, stands Charlemagne's ancient city of Aix-la-Chapelle, called Aachen by the Germans.To go from the middle of Aix-la-Chapelle to the Dutch boundary takes twenty minutes on a tram-car, and to go to the Belgian line requires an even hour in a horse-drawn vehicle, and considerably less than that presuming you go by automobile. So you see the toes of the town touch two foreign frontiers; and of all... Nonfictions - Post by : add2it - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 527

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 6. With the German Wrecking Crew Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 6. With the German Wrecking Crew

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 6. With the German Wrecking Crew
When we came out of the little taverne at Beaumont, to start--as we fondly supposed--for Brussels, it was pitch dark in the square of the forlorn little town. With us the polite and pleasant fiction that we were guests of the German authorities had already worn seedy, not to say threadbare, but Lieutenant Mittendorfer persisted in keeping the little romance alive. For, as you remember, we had been requested--requested, mind you, and not ordered--to march to the station with the armed escort that would be in charge of the prisoners of war, and it had been impressed upon us that we... Nonfictions - Post by : simkl - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 3032

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 5. Being a Guest of the Kaiser Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 5. Being a Guest of the Kaiser

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 5. Being a Guest of the Kaiser
You know how four of us blundered into the German lines in a taxicab; and how, getting out of German hands after three days and back to Brussels, we undertook, in less than twenty-four hours thereafter, to trail the main forces then shoving steadily southward with no other goal before them but Paris.First by hired hack, as we used to say when writing accounts of funerals down in Paducah, then afoot through the dust, and finally, with an equipment consisting of that butcher's superannuated dogcart, that elderly mare emeritus and those two bicycles, we made our zigzagging way downward through Belgium.We... Nonfictions - Post by : ow24160 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 6156

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 4. 'Marsch, Marsch, Marsch, So Geh'n Wir Weiter!' Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 4. "Marsch, Marsch, Marsch, So Geh'n Wir Weiter!"

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 4. 'Marsch, Marsch, Marsch, So Geh'n Wir Weiter!'
Have you ever seen three hundred thousand men and one hundred thousand horses moving in one compact, marvelous unit of organization, discipline and system? If you have not seen it you cannot imagine what it is like. If you have seen it you cannot tell what it is like. In one case the conceptive faculty fails you; in the other the descriptive. I, who have seen this sight, am not foolish enough to undertake to put it down with pencil on paper. I think I know something of the limitations of the written English language. What I do mean to try... Nonfictions - Post by : JuvioSuccess - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 1577

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 3. Sherman Said It Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 3. Sherman Said It

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 3. Sherman Said It
Undoubtedly Sherman said it. This is my text and as illustration for my text I take the case of the town of La Buissiere.The Germans took the town of La Buissiere after stiff fighting on August twenty-fourth. I imagine that possibly there was a line in the dispatches telling of the fight there; but at that I doubt it, because on that same date a few miles away a real battle was raging between the English rear guard, under Sir John French, of the retreating army of the Allies, falling back into France, and the Germans. Besides, in the sum total... Nonfictions - Post by : gabby - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 2884

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 2. To War in a Taxicab Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 2. To War in a Taxicab

Paths Of Glory: Impressions Of War Written At And Near The Front - Chapter 2. To War in a Taxicab
In a taxicab we went to look for this war. There were four of us, not counting the chauffeur, who did not count. It was a regular taxicab, with a meter on it, and a little red metal flag which might be turned up or turned down, depending on whether the cab was engaged or at liberty; and he was a regular chauffeur.We, the passengers, wore straw hats and light suits, and carried no baggage. No one would ever have taken us for war correspondents out looking for war. So we went; and, just when we were least expecting it, we... Nonfictions - Post by : rlscott - Date : May 2012 - Author : Irvin S. Cobb - Read : 955