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Yes, sir, it's returned to the loving hands of little Joe Bland, that brought it here first. It ain't going to roam no more. So what's the use of your sticking around?" "How did you get hold of it?" inquired Mr. Lou Max. "I had my eye on this little professor person," explained Mr. Bland. "This morning when Magee went up the mountain I trailed the high-brow to Magee's room.
The average author doesn't realise what a funny place it is. I've met a few authors in my time, high-brow and low-brow and no-brow-at-all, and they're all the same: think they know more about the theatre than the actor does. But they don't. They all want to be littery. And that's no good ... in the music-halls anyhow.
"I thought you only did terribly high-brow things. That's what Rush said." "I was pianist in the best jazz orchestra in Bordeaux," March told her. He stayed there at the piano quite contentedly for more than an hour.
Next we would ask them what amusements they liked best: music, dancing, theatre going, bowling, bridge, private theatricals, chess and so on. Please check with a cross. And are you a high-brow; if so, why? Is it art, books, languages, or the snare drum?" "Don't forget the poker fiends and the movie fans," I puts in. Mrs. Bill writes that down.
I might have done that. I have met a nerve specialist lately and the stories he has told me about women in this town! "However! I want to make myself clear. Am I a high-brow? Not at all. I want good clothes I love to shop and I propose to go on shopping. If you do not, let me tell you, my dears, that the men in New York are like all the rest and you would soon be leading a very lonely existence!
"Mordaunt?" said Jim, with a puzzled look. "He stopped at your telegraph shack." "Oh, yes; I only met him once before and didn't learn his name. What did he want to know?" "All I could tell him about you. He was something of a high-brow Englishman and used tact, but I reckoned he was keen on finding out what kind of man you were." "You couldn't tell him much."
Hiram M. Greene, to judge from the host of letters I have received from readers who have not read the best magazines in the past because, as many of them state, they feared that they were too "high-brow," but who have been convinced, by the introduction to the best contemporary fiction afforded them weekly in the supplement to their Sunday newspaper, that such periodicals as Harper's Magazine and Scribner's Magazine have many qualities to commend them to the untrained reader.
The fingers crept inside and touched the knob and lock there was no key within. The whispering still went on but it seemed like a screaming of vultures now in Jimmie Dale's ears, as the words came to him. "Aw, say, Skeeter, dis high-brow stunt gives me de pip! Me fer goin' in dere an' croakin' de geezer reg'lar, widout de frills. Who's to know?
"You will hang if you shoot me," muttered the Russian irresolutely. "No, stranger, that's where you're wrong. You forget the dollars. A big crowd of solicitors will get busy, and they'll get some high-brow doctors on the job, and the end of it all will be that they'll say my brain was unhinged.
The word 'high-brow, for instance, is a real discovery and revelation, a new and necessary name for something that walked nameless but enormous in the modern world, a shaft of light and a stroke of lightning. That comes from America and belongs to the world, as much as 'The Raven' or The Scarlet Letter or the novels of Henry James belong to the world.
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