April 1, 1933

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Cup Racer

FICTION

THE BATTLE of the SUITES

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Terror of the Nashwaak

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Cup Racer

THE SKY AT DAWN was red, and Sutton Gage watched the crimson glow vanish, then went to sleep again. At nine, when he met Ann and Bill Lombard at breakfast, the day was azure and gold and dew-drenched green. Madeleine was not down; she was a voice somewhere, languorously asking what people did at this ungodly hour.
THE BATTLE of the SUITES 1011
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THE BATTLE of the SUITES

FROM THE FIRST MOMENT Gossett disliked and yet was fascinated by the man. Disliked the bland smoothness of him. the hairless face, the childlike complexion, the carefully chosen, ingenuous words. At a chance remark the smoothness of him had suddenly disappeared, his rosy cheeks had puckered up, his eyes had narrowed.
Terror of the Nashwaak 1415
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Terror of the Nashwaak

IN THE INN of Henri Theriault at Port Royal, the town’s more convivial citizens were gathered around four coureurs by the counter. Naturally they would hang on the escapades of the Circle of Blood, for these bold, reckless youths, unyoked by circumstances, breathed romance, and this was their first night in Port Royal for many months.
Boom-Mania 1213
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Boom-Mania

“We worship...the triple gods, Boom, Brag and Bluff”
Psychology Is So and So! 2021
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Psychology Is So and So!

JACK, if you don’t put that book of etchings back on the table and leave things alone. I’ll spank you,” I told my son in definite terms after he had twice been warned about pulling things off the library table. Peter fixed me with a stern eye, and when Jack saw that his father was not on my side he opened the book again and paid no attention to me.
Should We Own Ships? 1819
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Should We Own Ships?

A defense of the Government Merchant Marine
THE WANING HERDS 2223
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THE WANING HERDS

IT WAS in the fall of 1884 that I decided to give up farming and go back to Round Plain and take up a ranch. My wife said she thought I was going to make a bad move, but I told her there was nothing like trying. When I got to Round Plain I found a few of my neighbors still there—halfbreeds that I had known when I wintered at this place.
The Gift-Horse Dog 67
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The Gift-Horse Dog

THERE!” snapped Angela. “There’s everything you ever gave me. Everything—you hear? I never want to see you again.” “Are you quite sure that’s all?” countered George calmly. “There’s still Micky, you know. If you must be meticulous about returning my presents, you might as well make a thorough job of it.”
The Sieur of Sherbrooke 2829
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The Sieur of Sherbrooke

The story of a man who has proved that it is not necessary to go away from home to find success
ON RELIFE 89
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ON RELIFE

I DIDN’T THINK I’d get down to this,” I said in a low voice to the man next me. I guessed the remark would bring a reply. It did. “Nor me neither,” he answered, and our talk began. It was my first visit to the House of Industry. I was “on relief.” For nearly two years I had watched business go from bad to worse.
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