Nellie Bly’s World – LEARNING BALLET DANCING
NEW YORK WORLD - Sunday, December 18, 1887 Nellie Bly in Short Gauze Skirts Kicks at a Mark How it Feels to Go About in an Abbreviated Costume—Making Her Outfit—Holding on a Bar to Practise—Why It Is Healthful—Comments of the Old Professor—It Seems Easy, but Requires...
Nellie Bly’s World – A DAY IN A DIET KITCHEN
THE NEW YORK WORLD - Sunday, December 23, 1888 The Sad Procession of Invalids Begging For the Simplest Food. Nellie Bly Visits the Wretched Homes of Some of the Sufferers. A Charity that Dispenses Nourishment to the Afflicted Poor with Liberal Hand and Irrespective of...
Nellie Bly’s World – IN QUAINT OLD ECONOMY
New York World - Sunday, January 8, 1888 There Dwells a Sect With More Millions Than Members Of the Thousand Who Followed George Rapp to America in 1805 Eighteen Now Remain—They Think the World Will End Before the Last of Them Dies—Quiet and Simple Life in a...
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Chapter SevenThe Texas Trail was along Front Street, down by the Longhorn and the Oasis, kitty-corner to the Allafraganza. I’ve always liked saloons. There’s something very comfortable there. You always know what you’re going to get there - booze, cards, and girls. I...
Novel I’m Not Writing – Gunsmoke – Chapter 6
Chapter SixIt was about an hour later, and cooling off just a little. There was a breeze. Dust motes floated in the air.“Guess the funeral’s over,” said Chester.“There’ll be others,” I said.“Funny, though,” said Chester. “Now I miss that bell. Awful quiet, ain’t it?...
Novel I’m Not Writing – Gunsmoke – Chapter 5
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Novel I’m Not Writing – Gunsmoke – Chapter 4
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Paperback release date!
Happy news. I was just informed of the offical release date for the trade paperback edition of THE MASTER OF VERONA. It will hit the stands on September 16th. You can pre-order it here at Amazon and be sure to get the lowest price. Personally, I love trade editions of...
