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What Is The World At Its Best But A Little Round Field Of The Moving Pictures With Two Walking Together In It?

Women's Weapon, Water-drops.

Now, Girls, If You Want To Observe A Young Man Hustle Out After A Pick And Shovel, Just Tell Him That Your Heart Is In Some Other Fellow's Grave. Young Men Are Grave-robbers By Nature.

When I See A Shipwreck, I Like To Know What Caused The Disaster...i Learned Nothing But The Glow That Wrapped Her Face When The Soup Came. That's The Story.

Yes, I Get Dry Spells. Sometimes I Can't Turn Out A Thing For Three Months. When One Of Those Spells Comes On I Quit Trying To Work And Go Out And See Something Of Life. You Can't Write A Story That's Got Any Life In It By Sitting At A Writing Table And Thinking. You've Got To Get Out Into The Streets, Into The Crowds, Talk With People, And Feel The Rush And Throb Of Real Life-that's The Stimulant For A Story Writer.