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... SHORT STORY “ Rover” deplores the * poor standard” of the modern Irish short story, especially those dealing with country life and popularly termed “racy of the soil.” This retrograde tendency is evident during the last decade when comparison is made ...

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... SHORT STORY Conclusion. The head steward sat at a table in the saloon, and the passengers lined up. He was disappointed that Sir George Upworth was not there. “ Where’s his Nibs?” he whispered. “You mean, Sir George. Captain’s table for him,” she told ...

... SHORT STORY “NOW, Jim, don’'t forget! About so high” Here Mrs. Peebles indicated some nine inches. “A sort of squatty shape, if you can get it, and big enough to hold about a pint and a half. As cheap as you can — but it mustn’t look cheap.” “All right ...

... SHORT STORY Talent Spotter AS Mr. Archie Wales sped from the station along the leafy country-lane in the sunshine of a late Summer evening, his heart was so light that he did not even feel the weight of the suit-case he was carrying. Hope within him was ...

... SHORT STORY GRANDMA AND THE ~ VISITOR “EM‘LY, lend me three-andeleven-three to get a noo spring bonnet,” said Grandma. “Good gracious ’eavens alive, Gran’ma, what d'’you want with a noo bonnet?” asked Mrs. Buggins. “Can’t I trim up yer old one with a ...