Annie Payson Call - "Nerves and Common Sense"

Retold by Mary Catherine Judd - "Classic Myths"

(A.E.) George William Russell - "Imaginations and Reveries"

William N. Harben - "The Land of the Changing Sun"

New Philadelphia Book Publisher Highlights Local Talent
Book and Publishing News from Publishers Newswire(tm)

Looking for Child to be on Cover of a New Book, 'The Model Child'
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.

FlatSigned Press Alleges Don Imus Remarks Damage Legacy of President Gerald R. Ford
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: A Man of Samples

W >> Wm. H. Maher >> A Man of Samples







"LET US KICK."

[The following sketch by M. Quad in the Detroit Free Press, will be
new to some of our readers, and will, we think, be appreciated by them
all.]

I really and truly believe that the day will come when the kicker will
be classed where he belongs and be entitled to the reverence due him.
I look upon him as a philosopher and a philanthropist. He stands forth
one man out of ten thousand. He is actuated by the most unselfish
motives. He is the real reformer.

I am not a kicker. I am simply taking the preparatory lessons to
enable me to blossom out. The other day when I bought a ticket to go
east they told me at the ticket office:

"While the train does not leave until about eleven, the sleeper is
open at nine, and you can go right to bed and wake up at Niagara Falls
next morning."

I entered the sleeper at half-past nine and went to bed. That is, it
is called going to bed. You are boxed up, boxed in, surrounded and
smothered and charged two dollars for the misery. A sleeping-car is a
mockery, a fraud and a deception. The avarice of the companies results
in misery for the passengers. Four other persons had gone to bed, and
at ten o'clock we were all asleep. At that hour two men entered with a
great clatter. They were talking loudly, and they sat down and
continued. I waited fifteen minutes for one of the other sleepers to
kick. No one uttered a protest Then I rose up and asked:

"Do you men know that this is a sleeping-car?"

"We do," they answered.

"And do you propose to continue this disturbance?"

"We propose to talk as long and as loud as we please!"

I called the conductor and inquired:

"I have paid for a berth in which to sleep. I can't sleep for this
disturbance. Will you stop it?"

"Really, I can't," he answered.

"Are there no rules?"

"Yes, but people in a sleeping-car must expect to be disturbed."

"Oh, they must. Very well--see me later."

Four others came in with just as much racket, and they kept their
chattering going until eleven o'clock. At half-past eleven the lights
were turned down and everybody was ready for sleep. I had been
patiently waiting for this. Lying on my back, arms locked over my head
and my palate down, I brought a snore which went thundering over that
car in a way to open every eye. After two more a man called out.

"Thunder and blazes, but we've got a whale aboard!"

After three more they began to yell at me from every berth. I put in
two extra ones, and the porter came down and shook my arm and said:

"Heah--you--stop dat!"

"Colored man!" I said, as I looked up at him, "if you come here and do
that again I may fire upon you!"

As soon as he had gone I went back to business. When a man sets out to
snore for revenge you'd be surprised to know what a success he can
make of it. In five minutes they were calling for the conductor. He
came down and parted the curtains and said:

"Hey--you--wake up! You are disturbing the car.

"Conductor, haven't I paid for this berth?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Is there any rule which prohibits snoring?"

"No, but--"

"Then you keep away from me! I have a revolver, and I might take you
for a robber!"

Then I returned to the main question. I snored in every key of the
scale. I snored for blood. I had every person in the car swearing mad
and ready to fight, and they sent for the passenger conductor. He
refused to interfere. Several chaps volunteered to "pull me out o'
that," but when they came close enough to see the muzzle of a revolver
they fell back. At two o'clock in the morning they held a convention,
and as the result one of them asked:

"Stranger, can we buy you off?"

"No, sir."

"Is there any way on earth to stop that bazoo of yours?"

"The four of you who came in last were grossly selfish. You had no
care for the rights of others. The four who were here before I came
were disturbed but hadn't the grit to kick. Now, then, promise me on
your solemn words that if you ever enter a sleeping-car again you
will respect; the situation, and I will let you off."

Every soul in that car made the promise, and half an hour later we
were all asleep.