The Writer, 40. sējumsWriter, Incorporated, 1928 |
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1. lappuse
... look somewhere in the middle of that story and finds there nothing of in- terest , he need read no further to dis- cover that that story has no possible fur- ther claim on his attention . It is not to the people who persist in writing ...
... look somewhere in the middle of that story and finds there nothing of in- terest , he need read no further to dis- cover that that story has no possible fur- ther claim on his attention . It is not to the people who persist in writing ...
2. lappuse
... looks easy . Because it looks easy , many untrained people attempt it . What hap- pens ? Failure , almost inevitably . Cer- tainly disappointment . Now , the writer , today , is entering an extremely highly paid profession . Because it ...
... looks easy . Because it looks easy , many untrained people attempt it . What hap- pens ? Failure , almost inevitably . Cer- tainly disappointment . Now , the writer , today , is entering an extremely highly paid profession . Because it ...
5. lappuse
... to- gether and waiting for the curtain to rise on the next act . Presently : Mrs. Hooker - Mrs. Saunders , look up there at the President's box . The President appears very well and happy this evening , does n't he [ 5 ] The Writer.
... to- gether and waiting for the curtain to rise on the next act . Presently : Mrs. Hooker - Mrs. Saunders , look up there at the President's box . The President appears very well and happy this evening , does n't he [ 5 ] The Writer.
6. lappuse
... looks , too . Miss Foster - Oh look . The President is bowing and smiling to those people in the opposite box . Perhaps he'll make a speech . Crowd Lincoln . . . The President . . . Speech Abraham Lincoln . . . Father Abraham . . . See ...
... looks , too . Miss Foster - Oh look . The President is bowing and smiling to those people in the opposite box . Perhaps he'll make a speech . Crowd Lincoln . . . The President . . . Speech Abraham Lincoln . . . Father Abraham . . . See ...
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... look at that pretty girl . She's a vision in gray ..... I believe she's coming here . . . . . No , she's stopped . . . . I'd better not watch her . . . . . She seems to be looking for something . " .... And she was for a package of cig ...
... look at that pretty girl . She's a vision in gray ..... I believe she's coming here . . . . . No , she's stopped . . . . I'd better not watch her . . . . . She seems to be looking for something . " .... And she was for a package of cig ...
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