Cape Town Lens: Image from page 709 of “Harper’s New Monthly Magazine Volume 145 June to November 1922” (1922)

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Image from page 709 of “Harper’s New Monthly Magazine Volume 145 June to November 1922” (1922)

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Title: Harper’s New Monthly Magazine Volume 145 June to November 1922
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: various
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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uality of that straight, high-backedJacobean chair. He understood how Bull,even in his insanity, might cling to so valu-able a possession. After all, it was but ashort step, perhaps nothing more than theturning of a table leaf, between an anti-quarian and a paranoiac! Well humor the poor fellow, he whis-pered to his men. Strap him to the chair.Well take em both with us. Two additional uniformed attendants,preceded by a blast of cold air from the frontdoor, swept into the room. Automatically,they thrust the long poles of the stretcherunder the soft seat of the precious chair.The two original uniformed attendantsseized the poles from the rear. The hospitaldoctor gave the word of command. Theylifted Livingston Bull, chair and all, andbore him from the room. As Jack Weston and his gay mood and hishigh hat and his cape overcoat and histwirling stick swung around the corner intothe avenue, he was amazed at the midnightthrong around the Livingston Bull frontstoop. The place was mobbed. Home-

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BEHIND THE SCREEN WERE THE STANDEES EDITORS DRAWER 693 going town cars filled with theater partieshad drawn up two and three deep at thecurb. Their owners blocked the sidewalksand crowded against the steps. The shiningblack ambulance towered above the motortops. Traffic policemen on chugging motor-cycles were patrolling the block. From thedeep shadows of neighboring windows baldheads and boudoir caps jockeyed for position.Bewildered, even a bit alarmed, Westonreached the edge of the crowd. Approachinga man in evening dress, he asked him thecause of the excitement. Why, havent you heard? respondedthe man, old Livingston Bull has goneviolently insane. At this moment, peal on peal of demoni-acal laughter smote the midnight air.All eyes turned toward the open doorway.The first pair of bearers solemnly appeared.Immediately there was a loud and terrifyingexplosion. The avenue became like midday. The poor wreck in the lifted chair wasillumined in all his hideousy. A young manwith over-develo

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