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His wife was speaking in a very gentle tone, but somehow different from the one he was used to noting. "Myron, ain't you goin' to hear me?" "I ain't goin' to listen to any tomfoolery, and I ain't goin' to have anybody dictatin' to me about my own business." "It ain't your business, Myron, any more'n 'tis mine.
He could not tell the difference between the art of Clodion and of Myron had, in fact, never heard the names of these good people and did not particularly care to hear them; he paid Sir Herbert Street for that part of the business. But he had picked up, in the course of his long humanitarian career, a good deal of general knowledge. Old Koppen was no fool.
His son Myron enjoyed this felicity all the days of his life. After graduating at Williams, and studying law at New Haven, he set his face toward western New York, then more remote from New England than Oregon now is.
The former executed works in bronze representing contests of heroes and athletes; but he was excelled in this field by Myron, who was also distinguished for his representations of animals. The energies of sculpture, however, were to be still more directly concentrated and perfected in a new school.
Nor, I am sure, would Harrie. She stole out to him that evening after the bridal finery was put away, and knelt at his feet in her plain little muslin dress, her hair all out of crimp, slipping from her net behind her ears, Harrie's ears were very small, and shaded off in the colors of a pale apple-blossom, up-turning her flushed and weary face. "Put away the book, please, Myron." Dr.
An interesting movement wholly independent of the Hesperia plan has recently been put into operation under the leadership of Principal Myron T. Scudder of the State Normal School, New Paltz, N. Y. He has organized a series of country-school conferences. They grew out of a recognized need, but were an evolution rather than a definite scheme.
"As time goes on and you get into it, you may want to take a more active part in making the decisions. We'll talk as we go along." "You'll get a monthly statement." "Just one to me," Oliver interrupted. "Yes," Myron added to his notes. "One statement. Call me or drop by any time." "O.K. Thank you." Oliver prepared to leave. "When do we start making money?" "Soon as the check clears," Myron said.
Hansom, making a false stroke, I believe for the first time in his life, snapped an oar and overturned a lantern. Some drift-wood, covered with slimy weeds, washed heavily up at our feet. I remember that a little disabled ground-sparrow, chased by the tide, was fluttering and drowning just in sight, and that Myron drew it out of the water, and held it up for a moment to his cheek.
It was Myron Holley who went to the legislature year after year, and argued it through. His winning demeanor, his persuasive eloquence, his intimate knowledge of the facts involved, his entire conviction of the wisdom of the scheme, his tact, good temper, and, above all, his untiring persistence, prevailed at length, and the canal was begun.
"People like Hahlström," he continued, "are actually not worthy of the healthy limbs with which God endowed them. Of course, even if one has a figure like a statue by Myron, it is awkward if there is too little up here" he tapped his forehead. "That is what is the trouble with Hahlström. There is too little up here. Look at me.
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