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Fame: A Story Of American Literature Fame: A Story Of American Literature

Fame: A Story Of American Literature
$10,000! IN PRIZES FOR SHORT STORIES! You have a story. We want to read it. Every human life has one great story in it. Every man, every woman, has at least one story to tell. THIS MEANS YOU! From your experience, from your own heart history, you can draw... Essays - Post by : paid4lotto - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 1393

Nosing 'round Washington Nosing 'round Washington

Nosing 'round Washington
I I came very near to being shot in the White House grounds the other day. Yep! You see, my friend is a bit on the order of what the modistes call "stylish stout." Rather more than a bit, indeed. Looks something like a slightly youthfuller Irvin Cobb. Also wouldn't consider it decent of him out of doors not to "wear" his stag-handled cane. Altogether, not unlikely to be taken for a real somebody. He was fishing round in his breast pocket for the letter his senator from "back home" had given him to the President's secretary. Drew out what may... Essays - Post by : mlevenhagen - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 2806

A Dip Into The Underworld A Dip Into The Underworld

A Dip Into The Underworld
"When I go back home," he said, "and tell them about this they won't believe it." It was a pleasant April Sunday afternoon. We were sitting very comfortably in a saloon over Third Avenue way about the middle of Manhattan Island. Throngs of customers came and went through the front door, whose wicket gate was seldom still. Whiskey glasses twinkled and tinkled all along the long bar. Only here and there in the closely packed line of patrons stood one with a tall "schooner" of beer before him. Harry and Ed, in very soiled white jackets, led an active life. You... Essays - Post by : fdiohhndfhonnd - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 2725

I Know An Editor I Know An Editor

I Know An Editor
I know a young woman--a very handsome young woman she is, too. (I have a decided penchant for handsome young women.) But that is beside the point. As I was about to say (when a pleasant but an extraneous idea interrupted me): this young woman the other day took her young husband by the hand and conducted him to the offices of a publisher. Here she mounted him upon a chair (very much, I fancy, as though the child were about to have his hair cut), and she said to the barber--I mean she said to the editor, with whom she... Essays - Post by : Captain_Kiwi - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 2538

The Sexless Camera The Sexless Camera

The Sexless Camera
There is no nicer point, perhaps, in the study of photography as the one true, detached observer of mankind than here: It sees, what man has not seen--as his own representations show, his paintings, his drawings, his sculptures--the feminine underpinning with a quite passive, sexless eye. In this interesting matter there are two human conceptions. There is the chorus girl style of leg, the expression of piquancy, which does not perhaps appeal to the noblest emotions, but the fascination of which has always haunted man whenever he has delineated anything in a stocking. Then there is the chaste, nude feminine limb... Essays - Post by : Netbiz4i - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 3699

An Idiosyncrasy An Idiosyncrasy

An Idiosyncrasy
Then there's the matter of these dedications. Several weeks ago I received a communication. I think it was sent by Miss Katherine Lord, or maybe it was Hamlin Garland. Anyhow, it was an invitation. The upshot of this invitation was that the annual exhibit of the "best books of the year" held at the National Arts Club, New York City, under the auspices of the Joint Committee of Literary Arts was now going--or was just about to go. Further, it was conveyed that the opening evening of the exhibit would be devoted to a reception for the authors of the books... Essays - Post by : helloworld - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 2814

Recollections Of Landladies Recollections Of Landladies

Recollections Of Landladies
There is no figure in the human scene which makes so unctuous an appeal to our relish of humanity as the landlady. When the landlady comes upon the stage at the theatre, we all awaken to an expectation of delight in the characteristic manifestations of her nature, and seldom are disappointed. The genius of the greatest of authors always unfolds with particular warmth in the presence of their landladies. A moment's reflection will recall a procession of immortal landladies. Whether it is that the colorful calling of landlady cultivates in one a peculiar richness of human nature, or whether landladies are... Essays - Post by : shpam7 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 2022

Three Words About Literature Three Words About Literature

Three Words About Literature
A friend of mine (and aside from this error a very fine friend he is, too) not long ago published a book which he declared, in his Preface, should be read in bed. He insisted, to such an extent was he the victim of a remarkable and pernicious fallacy which I find here and there, that this book could not otherwise be properly enjoyed. Now the difficulty about this particular book, that is the circumstance wherein my friend has got me in a position where it is not so easy for me to overturn him all at once, is this: one,... Essays - Post by : mktgqueen - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 2981

Including Studies Of Traffic 'cops' Including Studies Of Traffic "cops"

Including Studies Of Traffic 'cops'
The other day it was such a pleasant April day I thought I'd take the afternoon off. It was such a very pleasant day that I didn't want to go anywhere in particular. Do you ever feel that way? I mean like you just wanted to be by yourself and sit down and think awhile. Later on, you have an idea, you'll come back into things much refreshed. But the thought of answering these letters now, or of doing this or doing that, kind of lets you down inside your stomach. Your brain seems to have dropped down somewhere behind your... Essays - Post by : bclarkeco - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 3421

A Humorist's Note-book A Humorist's Note-book

A Humorist's Note-book
I admit that (though, indeed, I can claim a very fair collection of authors as acquaintances) I share the popular interest in the idiosyncratic nature of the literary profession. I am as curious as to the occult workings of the minds of authors, the esoteric process by which subtle insinuations of inspiration are translated into works of literary art, as though I had never seen an author--off a platform. I would read the riddle of genius. I am fascinated by its impenetrable mysteries. I would explore the recesses of the creative head. Therefore, in the presence of the treasure of such... Essays - Post by : t1500 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 3062

Only She Was There Only She Was There

Only She Was There
Directly in the intense emphasis of white light from an arc lamp overhead, and standing about midway in the long, dark, thickly-packed line of people waiting, was a young man decidedly above the middle stature, in a long outer coat. He was broad in the shoulders, formed in excellent proportion, apparently in about the first or second and twentieth year of his age. His forehead was intelligent, his nose exceptionally good, his mouth rather big and lips full, his chin round and with a cleft in the centre. His hair, chestnut, moderately cropped, discovered, what of it was visible below his... Essays - Post by : smajor - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 683

Former Tenant Of His Room Former Tenant Of His Room

Former Tenant Of His Room
There are certain things which must be done, to yield their best, when one is young. For one thing, there is only one time in life to run away to sea. If you did not run away to sea when you were a lad, it is too late now for you to get any sport out of it. 'Tis something the same with living in a garret or in a hall bedroom. If you did not read "Robinson Crusoe" when you were a boy there is no use for you to read it now; you will not understand it. There are... Essays - Post by : unify - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 2672

Our Steeplejack Of The Seven Arts Our Steeplejack Of The Seven Arts

Our Steeplejack Of The Seven Arts
There is a rather frisky looking apartment house there now, a pastry shop and tea room occupying the ground floor--behind it, the other side of a venerable brick wall, a tiny, ancient burying ground. But in days of yester-year here stood a tavern of renown, the Old Grape Vine, which on this site, Sixth Avenue at Eleventh Street, had given cheer since Sixth Avenue was little more than a country road. A sagging, soiled white, two-story frame structure, with great iron grill lamps before the door. Within, the main room was somewhat reminiscent of London's Olde Cheshire Cheese. The proprietor was... Essays - Post by : MR_Tom - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 1080

So Very Theatrical So Very Theatrical

So Very Theatrical
There is a young woman I thought of taking there for luncheon the other day, but when I called for her it did not seem to me that she had used her lip-stick that morning--and so we went somewhere else. She is pretty good-looking and was dressed not at all unfashionably. She would have done all right at the Waldorf, or at the Vanderbilt, or Biltmore, or Ritz-Carlton, or Ambassador. Indeed, I don't know but that at some such place as that I should have been rather proud of her. But, you see, for the place I had in mind her... Essays - Post by : aoak55 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 885

Literary Lives Literary Lives

Literary Lives
"My God!" exclaimed the old lady in the railway carriage to Mr. Le Gallienne, "Tennyson is dead!" Have not many of us as we have turned the daily papers these last several years frequently experienced the sensations of this dear old lady? Whistler, Swinburne, Meredith, Henry James, Howells. They are dead. Walt Whitman (wasn't it?), when he heard that Carlyle was dead, went out, and looked up at the stars, and said he didn't believe it. We have been stirred to these emotional reflections by chancing to come early this afternoon in the Main Reading Room of the New York Public... Essays - Post by : Jim_Stewart - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 1450

Seeing The 'situations Wanted' Scene Seeing The "situations Wanted" Scene

Seeing The 'situations Wanted' Scene
"What a lot of things they put in the papers!" Hilaire Belloc observes somewhere in one of his essays. Indeed, it is so! I fear, however, that one of the features "they" put in the papers does not have anything like as popular a reading as it deserves to have. Those of the governing class, personages who employ people, probably consult fragments of this department of the newspaper now and then. But, it may fairly be claimed, nobody reads, with the delicious pleasure and the abundant profit he might read, that part of the paper fullest of all of, so to... Essays - Post by : sanibel - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 1993

No System At All To The Human System No System At All To The Human System

No System At All To The Human System
I think I'll tell you about myself. Maybe it's the same way with you. Anyhow, it's a mighty queer thing. And we ought to try to get some light on the matter--why there is, apparently, no reason or logic at all about our systems. You see, I go along a pretty fair amount of the time feeling all right; nothing wrong with my system; nothing, at any rate, that I can notice. Everybody says: "How well you're looking! Great color, you've got." And so on. Then, maybe, I see in the paper that there is an epidemic scheduled to devastate the... Essays - Post by : svein128 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 3506

Bidding Mr. Chesterton Good-bye Bidding Mr. Chesterton Good-bye

Bidding Mr. Chesterton Good-bye
The note, which came altogether as a surprise, read: "My husband suggests that if you have nothing better to do perhaps you would look in upon us on Wednesday evening at about eight-thirty." Mrs. Chesterton further said, in giving the address, that they had a little apartment lent to them for the last week of their stay here. She had asked Mr. Woollcott to come, too, and Gerald Stanley Lee.... "We can only promise you smokes and talk." I wondered, as I hurried for the 'bus, whether I'd have time to get my shoes polished. It was precisely the hour appointed... Essays - Post by : Bonuses - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 869

Taking The Air In San Francisco Taking The Air In San Francisco

Taking The Air In San Francisco
A few days ago, in the warm and brilliant winter sunlight there, I was strolling along the Embarcadero. Now all my life I have been very fond of roving the streets.... And that confession reminds me: I one time heard a minister (a clergyman of considerable force of eloquence) preach a sermon against streets. His idea seemed to be that streets were not good for one--that they were very bad places. He admonished mothers to keep their children "off the streets." He regarded it as very reprehensible in a wife for her to "gad the streets." The footpad (he said) plied... Essays - Post by : Bill_Shor - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 2008

Writing In Rooms Writing In Rooms

Writing In Rooms
I remember that I was somewhat surprised when E. V. Lucas expressed surprise that I was writing in my room at the hotel where we both happened to be at the same time for several days last summer. He declared with an expression of sharp distaste that he could not write in hotel rooms. But said he had no difficulty in writing on trains. That rather got me, because I can't write at all on trains. And possibly because I was a bit peeved at the easy way in which he spoke of doing that exceedingly difficult thing, writing on trains,... Essays - Post by : rodneyzeng - Date : November 2011 - Author : Robert Cortes Holliday - Read : 1955