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OIL ECLIPSING COAL AS A WORLD FUEL A MILLION DOLLAR SECRET A Sensational Principle and Power that Guarantees Prosperity, Happiness and Supremacy
This subtle and basic principle of success requires no will power, no exercise, no strength, no energy, no study, no writing, no dieting, no concentration, and no conscious deep breathing. There is nothing to practice, nothing to study, and nothing to sell.
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WHY EVERY MALE IS A LATENT FEMALE
TRAILING THE NEW ANTI-SEMITISM TO ITS RUSSIAN LAIR
If You Want Prosperity, Abolish the Income Tax
JURYWOMEN AND MODESTY SHOULD WOMEN SERVE AS JURORS IN DIVORCE CASES?
In England this whole matter has been widely discussed as a result of a recent disagreeable case in the London Divorce Court. Women were sitting in this Court for the first time. Part of the evidence was in the form of indecent photographs. The Judge was unwilling that the photographs should be shown to the women and suggested that the jurymen should look at the photographs and explain to the women as they thought fit the bearing of this evidence on the case.
EXCESS OF THE SEX-FACTOR IN FREUD'S METHODS
A NEW MENACE IS BOLSHEVISM GETTING A GRIP ON THE CHURCHES?
Principles of Freedom, by Terence MacSwin-ey, late Lord Mayor of Cork (Dutton), is the self-revelation of a man who died for his beliefs. ... An "illuminating document, revealing the mentality of the Si
Experts are found who argue that one impression of cancer which had fallen into discredit may have to be revived and examined afresh. This is the notion, prevalent among the laity in some places, that an old house overrun by rats is a spreading center for cancer.
SIGNIFICANT SAYINGS
"My advice to men who ca
"As a member of the male sex, I protest indignantly against the conclusion that all men are familiar with abominable things, and my sensibilities are less delicate than women's." —G. Bernard Shaw.
The Sick World and the Shoplifter
The rabid determination of partizan politicians not to allow the United States to enter into any agreement with the rest of the world to stop war, the outbreaks of violence among the criminal classes, the determined efforts of the liquor interests to nullify the constitutional Prohibition amendment, the depression in business, the increase of unemployment, the strenuous effort of the agitators to make trouble between this country and Great Britain on one side and Japan on the other, all may be grouped with this pathetic spectacle of respectable women turned shoplifters as an indication of that other moral slump from idealism.
"Here it is, page 434," Hank said.
Glinda put her pen aside and took the periodical. Hank came around the desk to stand behind her.
"That's President Harding, sitting in the front row, third from the right."
"A handsome but weak man," Glinda said. "He's not as honest as you said."
"How can you tell?" Hank said.
Glinda did not reply. Instead, she pointed to Calvin Coolidge and Herbert Hoover, the Vice President and the Secretary of Commerce, respectively.
"These men should succeed this Harding in office, though in what order I don't know."
She pointed to Denby, Fall, and Daugherty, Secretary of the Navy, Secretary of the Interior, and Attorney General, respectively.
"Except for this one, these men will be disgraced or at least should be."
She indicated Denby.
"He is probably i
"Are you telling me that you can determine all that just from their photographs?" Hank said.
"I'm telling you nothing except what I just said."
Having picked up a large paper, she unfolded it and spread it out on the desk. Hank was astonished again. It was a map of the United States of America.
"I took this when I left the letter for the Signal Corps," she said.
"Now, just where is San Francisco on this map?"
Hank put a finger on the city.
"Just where is the green cloud in relation to the map?"
Hank indicated Fort Leavenworth.
"Have you ever been to this Palace Hotel your friend spoke of?"
"Once," Hank said. "When I was sixteen."
"Describe its location as best you can. I want all the details you can recall. And then draw a map for me."
What is she up to? Hank thought.
When he was through, he handed the paper to her.
"Good. Do you have any metal fillings in your teeth or fixed bridges?"
Hank said, slowly, "No."
"Good! Hank, would you like to go with me tonight?"
"Where?"
"To the Palace Hotel."
"Wha...? I mean, you mean it?"
"It's possible that we may not get there. But I'll be trying very hard, and if all goes well, we'll get there."
"How?"
"That doesn't matter as far as you're concerned."
"Are you pla
"No. I will be honest with you, though. What I do may be interpreted as harm to your President. It will be necessary, however."
"I'm your man."
"I'm not finished. Wait until I'm through. You may be in grave danger if you go with me. There is always the chance that we could get lost. Or encounter something that might destroy us. I'll explain what might happen in detail."
When she had done so, she said, "I would not blame you at all if you refused. In fact, I am begi
"You think they'll be so scared they'll lock up the gate to this world and throw away the key?"
"I hope so."
"I'll go with you."
"You're sure that you're not saying that because you think I might question your courage, look down on you?"
"I'm sure."
"Very well."
He went to his apartment and stayed there alone until 8:30 P.M. He did not even see the servants who brought his meals, They put the trays on the floor, knocked on the door, and were gone before he could get to the door. Lamblo did not come because Glinda would have told her to stay away. He was not to have any sexual relations or to talk to anyone. He exercised, and he lay on the bed trying to visualize the Palace Hotel and its environs. Though he had thought that he was too excited to sleep, he did so while visualizing.
He awoke just as the sun set. Nine minutes past seven. His watch was on standard time, so it would be 6:09 P.M. in California, which was on daylight saving time. The moon was approaching its last quarter here and also in Kansas and San Francisco. Glinda had said that she would have preferred a full moon, but this was better than an all-dark moon. She had not told Hank why.
He brushed his teeth after eating, bathed, washed his hair, and cleaned his toenails and fingernails. Glinda had told him to make sure that he did that. When he was dry, he put on only cloth slippers and a robe. The housekey and the wrist-watch were on a table.
He was surprised when he answered the knocks on the door. He had not expected that the queen would come for him. She was wearing cloth slippers and a robe with a monk's hood shadowing her face. She gestured for him to come with her. Silent, Hank walked beside her along hallways, down stairs, and into the southwest arm of the X-shaped castle. There was not a person, animal, or bird in sight, an unusual event. Glinda must have ordered everybody to stay away from this route.
She stopped before a very tall but very narrow door and unlocked it with a massive wooden key produced from a pocket of the robe. She went in, and Hank squeezed through it. He looked around while she shot a thick wooden bolt and laid the key on a table. This was the room into which he had looked when Glinda had gone through that wild ritual. It was vast and dark except for a few tiny lights on the walls and the torch on top of the four-faced sphinx. He felt a chill as if a winter draft was blowing over him.