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A JOURNEY THROUGH CANADA'S FORGOTTEN, NEGLECTED AND SUPPRESSED WRITING
From the hotel, the boys went to the police headquarters and talked to Chief Callig. He listened attentively, then reached for a telephone and asked for information about the motor launch Wasp. Apparently, little or none was available, for when the chief turned back to the boys, he said:It is, of course, Frank and Joe – not the police – who crack the case. Though there is no singular mystery in this Hardy Boys Mystery, Aunt Gertrude's missing carton and Thaddeus McClintock's curious desire for a lengthy getaway with the boys are both related to the phantom freighter of the title. This too is coincidental.
"The launch doesn't seem to be listed. But we'll make some more inquiries."
"A man just made us a proposition and we have to do some thinking about it."Second favourite sentence:
The Hardys were about to get into their car and drive home when Frank remembered that Mrs. Hardy had asked him to buy some socks and handkerchiefs for their father.Trivia: I don't remember the cartoon Hardy Boys, despite the series having its own Gold Key comic book. The cover of the second issue informs: "The Hardy Boys use their rock group as a 'cover' to solve spine-tingling mysteries!"
Frank stopped the car in front of the hotel haberdashery again, and Joe went in to purchase the socks and handkerchiefs for his father.Hundreds of used copies of The Phantom Freighter are being sold online, the cheapest beginning at one American dollar. A first edition "according to the Carpentieri Bibliography (1947A-1)" is offered at one hundred American dollars. Pay no more than a buck.
The Publishers' Circular (Christmas 1893) |
"Well Bea," he said. "How's business?"The cartoon to which Bea refers appeared in the May 1934 Esquire. It isn't quite as she remembers.
"Oh, fine." She sat opposite him, smoothing her dress carefully over her knees. "Same as usual."
"I thought the old bas— tyrant would have made you vice president by this time."
"It's all right. You can say bastard as long as mother's not around."
They both laughed, but he knew he had offended her by changing the word to "tyrant." It was like moving her back a generation.
She said crisply, "Remember the cartoon in Esquire years ago? 'I may be an old maid, but I'm not a fussy old maid.' Well, that's me."
THE EASTER WINDS
The little winds of dawning,
Long centuries ago,
Went straying in a garden
With bursting buds aglow.
A wondrous tale they whispered
Of One Who loved, Who died
For men whose hatred pierced Him
In hands and feet and side.
Bright angels told His story:
The winds caught up the song;
On viewless wings forever
They bear the strain along.
The flowers await His coming;
For love of Him they bloom—
The fadeless Rose of Sharon.
That blossomed from the tomb.
O little winds of Easter
That blow amid the hills,
With lily perfume laden
And breath of daffodils.
Go, blow across the ocean.
And carry to "our boys,"
Our truest and our dearest,
A gift of Easter joys—
The sweetness of the blossoms,
The music of the bells,
That, hour by hour unwearied,
The glad evangel tells—
Of life that blooms unfading,
Of love that cannot die,
Of rest and peace abiding
Beyond our shrouding sky.
O viewless Easter angels
That wander round the world,
Where, reeking red with carnage,
The bolts of hate are hurled,
Where, rank on rank, the crosses
Stand silent on the hill,
Go, plant the amaryllis.
The rose, the daflfodil.
Then all the winds of Easter
Shall bear upon their wings
To wounded hearts the essence
Of all life's sweetest things.
"The Lord is risen!" shall echo
From shore to farthest shore,
And Love shall reign eternal,
And pain shall be no more.
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My Dusty Bookcase column for this issue looks at The Arch-Satirist by Frances de Wolfe Fenwick. Regular readers of this blog may remember mention of this book in a previous post and on Facebook (yeah, I'm on Facebook). "How is it that a 1910 Montreal novel that begins with the ramblings of a drunken, drug-addicted teenage poet disappoints?" I asked my Facebook "friends."Myra BloomAndreae CallananPaige CooperJason DicksonAndré ForgetStephen FowlerAlex GoodBrett Josef GrubisicCynthia HolzBen LedoucerDancy MasonDavid MasonMarko SijanFiona SmythPablo StraussSouvankham ThammavougeaJoshua WhiteheadandBruce Whiteman
Phantom Wires Arthur Stringer Indianapolis: Bobbs-Merril, 1923 |
The Shadow H. Bedford-Jones New York: Fiction League, 1930 |
The Blue Door Vincent Starrett New York: Doubleday, 1930 |
The Maestro Murders Frances Shelley Wees New York: Mystery League, 1931 |
The Hidden Door Frank L. Packard New York: Doubleday, 1933 |
Trouble Follows Me Kenneth Millar New York: Dodd, Mead, 1946 |
Exit in Green Martin Brett [pseud Douglas Sanderson] New York: Dodd, Mead, 1953 |