Identifier: saturdayeveningp1933unse (find matches)
Title: The Saturday evening post
Year: 1839 (1830s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G. Graham
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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foot putt and might be distracted. The annoyed player flung up ahostile arm at the thing and waved it from the course. Seemingly abashed, the machineslunk off into a cloud bank. Old Sharon Whipple, the player who putted, never knew that above him had gone athing he had very lately said could never be. Sharon has grown modern with the town.Not so many years ago he scoffed at rumors of a telephone. He called it a contraption,and said it would be against the laws of God and common sense. Later he proscribedthe horseless carriage as an impracticable toy. Of flying he had affirmed that the foolswho tried it would deservedly break their necks, and he had gustily raged at the waste ofa hundred and seventy-five acres of good pasture land when golf was talked. Yet this very afternoon the inconsequent dotard had employed a telephone tosummon his car to transport him to the links, and had denied even a glance of acknowl-edgment at the wonder floating above him. Much like that is growing Newbern.
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Shining Silver — Thousands of Dollars of It, the Owner Had Declared THE SATURDAY EVENING POST November 27, / There was gasping aplenty when Winona Penniman aban-doned the higher life and bought a flagrant pair of satindancing slippers, but now the town lets far more sensa-tional doings go almost unremarked. The place tosses evenwith the modern fever of unrest. It has its bourgeoisie, itsproletariat, its radicals, but also a city-beautiful associationand a rather captious sanitary league. Lately a visitingradical, on the occasion of a certain patriotic celebration,expressed a conventional wish to spit upon the abundantlydisplayed flag. A knowing friend was quick to dissuade him:Dont do it! Dont try it! Here, now, you got no free-dom ! Should you spit only on their sidewalk,they fine the hearts blood out of you. // MIDWAY between these periods of veryearly and very late Newbern there wasonce a shining summer morning on whichthe Cowan twins, being then nine years old,set out from the P

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