Cover

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Title Page, Copyright Page, Dedication

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pp. i-vi

A TABLE OF CONTENTS

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pp. vii-xii

MY LAST FLAPPERS

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THE JELLY-BEAN

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pp. 3-26

...make him an appealing character, I feel that it would be unscrupulous to deceive you on that point. He was a bred-in-the-bone, dyed-in-the-wool, ninety-nine three-quarters per cent Jelly-bean and he grew lazily all during Jelly-bean season, which is every season, down in the land of the Jelly-beans well below the Mason-Dixon...

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THE CAMEL'S BACK

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pp. 27-60

...Starting from the neck we shall work toward the tail. I want you to meet Mr. Perry Parkhurst, twenty-eight, lawyer, native of Toledo. Perry has nice teeth, a Harvard diploma, parts his hair in the middle. You have met him before—in Cleveland, Portland, St. Paul, Indianapolis, Kansas City, and so...

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MAY DAY

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pp. 61-125

...city of the conquering people was crossed with triumphal arches and vivid with thrown flowers of white, red, and rose. All through the long spring days the returning soldiers marched up the chief highway behind the strump of drums and the joyous, resonant wind of the brasses, while merchants and...

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PORCELAIN AND PINK

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pp. 126-138

...pile of nets at his feet and a ship on a crimson ocean, a fisherman with a pile of nets at his feet and a ship on a crimson ocean, a fisherman with a pile of nets at his feet and so on. In one place on the frieze there is an overlapping—here we have half a fisherman with half a pile of nets at his foot, crowded damply against half a ship on half...

FANTASIES

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THE DIAMOND AS BIG AS THE RITZ

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pp. 141-191

...amateur golf championship through many a heated contest; Mrs. Unger was known "from hot-box to hot-bed," as the local phrase went, for her political addresses; and young John T. Unger, who had just turned sixteen, had danced all the latest dances from New York before he put on long trousers. And now, for...

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THE CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON

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pp. 192-224

...As long ago as 1860 it was the proper thing to be born at home. At present, so I am told, the high gods of medicine have decreed that the first cries of the young shall be uttered upon the anesthetic air of a hospital, preferably a fashionable one. So young Mr. and Mrs. Roger Button were fifty years...

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TARQUIN OF CHEAPSIDE

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pp. 225-233

...Soft Shoes flashes through a patch of moonlight, then darts into a blind labyrinth of alleys and becomes only an intermittent scuffle ahead somewhere in the enfolding darkness. In go Flowing Boots, with short swords lurching nd long plumes awry, finding a breath to curse...

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O RUSSET WITCH!

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pp. 234-272

...around the corner from the Ritz-Carlton on Fortyseventh Street. The Moonlight Quill is, or rather was, a very romantic little store, considered radical and admitted dark. It was spotted interiorly with red and orange pos s of breathless exotic intent, and lit no less by the shi reflecting bindings of special...

UNCLASSIFIED MASTERPIECES

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THE LEES OF HAPPINESS

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pp. 275-301

...sandwiched in between the stories of Richard Harding Davis and Frank Norris and others long since dead, the work of one Jeffrey Curtain: a novel or two, and perhaps three or four dozen short stories. You could, if you were interested, follow them along until, y, 1908, when they suddenly disappeared...

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MR. ICKY

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pp. 302-310

...Elizabethan peasant, is pottering and doddering among the pots and dods. He is an old man, wett past the prime of life, no longer young. From the fact that there is a burr in his speech and that he has absent-mindedly put on his coat wrongside out, we surmise that he is either above or below the ordinary superficialities...

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Jemina, The Mountain Girl

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pp. 311-317

...It was night in the mountains of Kentucky. Wild hills rose on all sides. Swift mountain streams flowed rapidly up and down the mountains. Jemina Tantrum was down at the stream, brewing whiskey at the family still. She was a typical mountain girl. Her feet were bare. Her hands, large and powerful, hung down below her knees. Her face showed the ravages of work. Although...