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New Philadelphia Book Publisher Highlights Local Talent
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PHILADELPHIA, Pa. -- The Philadelphia literary world will celebrate the launch of two new players today, April 10th: Kay Square Press, a new publishing company focused on Philadelphia-area artists, their stories, and their art; and Kay Square's first release, 'With the Rich and Mighty: Emlen Etting of Philadelphia' (ISBN: 978-0-9815129-0-7), a critical biography by Kenneth C. Kaleta.

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NEW YORK, N.Y. -- Nathan Yungerberg, an accomplished model scout and professional child photographer is launching a nation-wide casting call to find the cover model for his highly anticipated book release, 'The Model Child: A Parents Guide to the Child Modeling Industry' (ISBN: 978-0-9817018-0-6).

Books: The Enchanted Typewriter

J >> John Kendrick Bangs >> The Enchanted Typewriter




"I am afraid you are right," I said, sadly, "but I am sorry to
find that Hades is as badly off as we mortals in that matter."

"Golf, sir," retorted Boswell, sententiously, "is the same
everywhere, and that which is dome in our world is directly in
line with what is developed in yours."

"I'm sorry for Hades," said I; "but to continue about golf--
do the ladies play much on your links?"

"Well, rather," returned Boswell, "and it's rather amusing to
watch them at it, too. Xanthippe with her Greek clothes finds it
rather difficult; but for rare sport you ought to see Queen
Elizabeth trying to keep her eye on the ball over her ruff! It
really is one of the finest spectacles you ever saw."

"But why don't they dress properly?"

"Ah," sighed Boswell, "that is one of the things about Hades that
destroys all the charm of life there. We are but shades."

"Granted," said I, "but your garments can--"

"Our garments can't," said Boswell. "Through all eternity we
shades of our former selves are doomed to wear the shadows of our
former clothes."

"Then what the devil does a poor dress-maker do who goes to Hades?"
I cried.

"She makes over the things she made before," said Boswell. "That's
why, my dear fellow," the biographer added, becoming confidential--
"that's why some people confound Hades with--ah--the other place,
don't you know."

"Still, there's golf!" I said; "and that's a panacea for all ills.
YOU enjoy it, don't you?"

"Me?" cried Boswell. "Me enjoy it? Not on all the lives in
Christendom. It is the direst drudgery for me."

"Drudgery?" I said. "Bah! Nonsense, Boswell!"

"You forget--" he began.

"Forget? It must be you who forget, if you call golf drudgery."

"No," sighed the genial spirit. "No, *I* don't forget. I remember."

"Remember what?" I demanded.

"That I am Dr. Johnson's caddy!" was the answer. And then came a
heart-rending sigh, and from that time on all was silence. I
repeatedly put questions to the machine, made observations to it,
derided it, insulted it, but there was no response.

It has so continued to this day, and I can only conclude the story
of my Enchanted Type-writer by saying that I presume golf has taken
the same hold upon Hades that it has upon this world, and that I
need not hope to hear more from that attractive region until the
game has relaxed its grip, which I know can never be.

Hence let me say to those who have been good enough to follow me
through the realms of the Styx that I bid them an affectionate
farewell and thank them for their kind attention to my chronicles.
They are all truthful; but now that the source of supply is cut
off I cannot prove it. I can only hope that for one and all the
future may hold as much of pleasure as the place of departed
spirits has held for me.