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When the concert was well under way, Munsey noticed a light three or four hundred yards off that was acting somewhat peculiarly; it would flare up and down oddly and seemed to be in a farmhouse straight at our rear, but not much attention was paid to it at the time.
She told it, she said, very badly, but perhaps he could get the idea. He got it perfectly. "Good," he said. "I'll give you a job. I'm a newspaper editor." "Oh," she exclaimed, "you're not Mr. Munsey, are you, or Mr. Reid, or Mr. Ochs?" Her knowledge of newspaper owners seemed to come to a sudden end. "No," he answered, smiling, "nor even Mr. Hearst. I did not say I owned a newspaper. I edit it.
The Squire stood erect a moment; crumpled in his hand a half-sheet of paper on which young Munsey had been making some calculations, and flung it into the fire. Augustina sat cowering. The young man himself turned white, bowed, and said nothing. While Father Bowles, of course, like the old tabby that he was, had at once begun to purr conciliation.
"Jest so jest so," affirmed the Clown, his blue eyes beaming with enthusiasm as he resumed: "Wall, sir, you'd oughter seen Ed Munsey when he fust seen it. 'Gol, says Ed; and his eyes stuck out like marbles. 'Godfrey Mighty! says Ed; 'wall, sir, says he, 'if it ain't the slickest fixed up place I ever seen. Goll! Ed was tickled. 'Must 'er cost more 'n forty cents, says he.
No patient was allowed to sit on his bed, and smoking was permitted only at certain designated hours. The face specialist did nothing for me except to look at the wound. I made application for a transfer back to Paignton, offering to pay my transportation. This offer was accepted, and after two weeks' absence, once again I arrived in Munsey Ward, all hope gone. The next day after my return, Dr.
Then into another hospital train, a five-hour ride to Paignton, another ambulance ride, and then I was carried into Munsey Ward of the American Women's War Hospital and put into a real bed. This real bed was too much for my unstrung nerves and I fainted.
Suddenly Helbeck lost his temper. "Mr. Munsey! I must ask you to give more weight, if you please, to my wishes in this matter! They may be right or wrong but it would save time, perhaps, if we assumed that they would prevail." The note of anger in the voice made every one look up.
They was tryin' to get ye upstairs and to bed, but ye was uglier 'n sin." "Pshaw I want to know," drawled the giant sheepishly. "Didn't none git hurted, did they?" "None 'cept Ed Munsey; ye throwed him downstairs." "Ed ain't hurted, be he?" he asked in alarm. "His shoulder was swelled bad when he come back to work," she confessed.
O. H. P. Belmont, James E. Gaffney, Ida Tarbell, Norman Hapgood, William Randolph Hearst, Senator Whitman, Bernard Ridder, Frank A. Munsey, Henry Morgenthau, Elihu Root, Henry L. Stimson, Franklin Q. Brown, John Mitchell, John Wanamaker, Dr.
Midway on my scant shelf of novels, between George Moore and Frank Norris, there is just room enough for the two volumes of "Derringforth," by Frank A. Munsey.
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