THERE is danger that my subject of American good citizenship is so familiar and so trite as to lack interest. This does not necessarily result from a want of appreciation of the importance of good citizenship, nor from a denial of the duty resting upon every American to be a good citizen. There...
One might have imagined that there was some enchantment in the spot which drew hither daily the young mountaineer’s steps. No visible lure it showed. No prosaic reasonable errand he seemed to have. But always at some hour between the early springtide sunrise and the late vernal sunset Hilary...
One night Max took Jocko and dressed him in a lady’s nightcap, which he had obtained from a stewardess, and told Jocko he must lie in a certain bed.
What nuclear war may do to the worldwe know is a closed book to mankind—buthere’s what coming eras may bring!
The light of guttering candles fell upon the two small-swords where they lay, the one glittering brightly, the other its murderous steel horribly bent and dimmed; and no sound to hear except a whisper of stirring leaves beyond the open window and the ominous murmur of hushed voices from the inner...
Risking his own life force to cure apatient’s psychosis, Dr. Robert Bruno learnsof the true individualism of human minds!
IT was morning on the plains of Asia. Long-legged herons stood in the shallows of the yellow Jaxartes, bathing their feet in its sluggish flood and warming their bodies in the first rays of the sun. They were silently and uneasily watching a host of armed men drawn out in long battle-lines across...
Thomas is 13, he doesn\'t believe in magic, wizards, or dragons. But one Sunday, he is led into a cave which no one else can see, he meets a purple dragon called Howell who guides him through the cave to the land of Trymyll, here he meets a wizard. A proper and powerful wizard who does magic, real...
Susan Parker was twenty-six and nothing had ever happened. To speak more accurately, plenty of things had happened, but Man had never happened. As a college girl and afterward, Susie had, to be sure, known many men; but they had all passed by on the other side.
John McBride hung the phone on the hook and wiped his face. This face-wiping was not the usual gesture of a man whose face is dirty, or covered with perspiration. It was the dazed sort of gesture made by a man who has just been subjected to a surprise, and since the wiping tended to remove the...
Tossed into the trackless Cosmos by hismortal enemy, shipwrecked on an unfriendlystar, he determined to defy the dangers ofnumberless nights, and, hunted turnedhunter, keep a tryst with Hate....
My Dear Boys: This book is a complete story in itself, but forms the ninth volume in a line issued under the general title, “The Second Rover Boys Series for Young Americans.”