Yohn, F. C. (Frederick Coffay), 1875-1933
Yohn, F. C.
Yohn, Frederick Coffay (1875-1933).
Yohn, F. C., 1875-1933
Frederick Coffay Yohn American artist
Frederick Coffay Yohn American artist (1875-1933)
Yohn, Frederick Coffay
Yohn, Frederick Coffay (American painter, 1875-1933)
Yohn, Frederick C. 1875-1933
Yohn, F. C. (Frederick Coffay), 1875-1933, ill.
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- 100 0 _ ‡a Frederick Coffay Yohn ‡c American artist
- 100 0 _ ‡a Frederick Coffay Yohn ‡c American artist (1875-1933)
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- 100 1 _ ‡a Yohn, F. C. ‡q (Frederick Coffay), ‡d 1875-1933
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- 100 1 _ ‡a Yohn, F. C., ‡d 1875-1933
- 100 1 _ ‡a Yohn, Frederick C. ‡d 1875-1933
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- 100 1 _ ‡a Yohn, Frederick Coffay ‡g American painter, 1875-1933
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- 551 _ _ ‡a Indianapolis, Ind.
Works
Title | Sources |
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Alice of old Vincennes, c1900: | |
Black mask. | |
Bylow Hill | |
Colonel Carter's Christmas | |
A daughter of the snows | |
The Dawn of a To-Morrow | |
D'ri and I 1812 | |
D'ri and I : a tale of daring deeds in the second war with the British : being the memoirs of Colonel Ramon Bell, U.S.A. | |
The flower of the Chapdelaines | |
Gideon's band : a tale of the Mississippi | |
[He grasped the bit of silver and signaled, danger and come up] | |
The heart of the Hills | |
[Her face was dark with heat and streaked with perspiration] | |
[His wife was trying to head off the pigs without telling Hilton anything about it] | |
[Hooray fo' Abe Lincoln and the Union] | |
A Hoosier chronicle | |
Imagine him on a slushy, snowy night-- tearing out those packages | |
[In the promised land : man on horse] | |
It seems much to me, M'sieur. I can now live my dream | |
[It was a great battle. I remember plunging down the mountain, loading and firing, dodging behind rocks, falling headlong and scrambling up again] | |
It's yore'n and her'n, Grant, and I stole it fo' you, exclaimed Solomon Guy Farr | |
[Janney half carried and half dragged the wounded man up that slope under a fire that it would seem impossible a man could live through] | |
The Kentuckians ; A knight of the Cumberland / by John Fox, jr. ; illustrated by W. T. Smedley and F. C. Yohn | |
The Knight of the Cumberland reined in before the blight | |
Leave him? work? marriage? I would die first ... | |
Let 'em loose! he yelled. Git at it, boys! Go for him, Ham - whoop-ee-ee! | |
Lewis Rand | |
Lotus salad | |
[Madame will not regret the purchase] | |
[Man and woman riding horses] | |
The man in the shadow | |
[Man on deck of ship] | |
[Man sitting outside shed reading paper] | |
[Man slumped over desk] | |
[Man, with child on shoulders, standing in front of dog, with older man looking on] | |
[Man with sword attempting to lead charge in battle] | |
[The march was painfully slow, the roads being in shocking condition | |
La Máscara negra | |
[A mass of heavily breathing men blocked the stairway : your name, barked the officer] | |
[Men and women in evening dress around a gambling table] | |
[Men in woods watching plane] | |
[The messenger is the son of a king] | |
[Military officer leading his men in a charge] | |
A month passed before he stumbled at dawn to the banks of the Surinam | |
Mother : a story | |
Moving supplies to the front | |
The muzzle of that shotgun is about fourteen inches from the center of your body and pointed right at you | |
My recently acquired knowledge-- now became of use | |
The next few days were ones of comparative quiet | |
Now, a fallen angel, he travelled this path again | |
Old Boston Town House Square about 1657 | |
Old bronze, muzzle-loading siege gun used by Filipinos against Americans in their advance toward Caloocan | |
Old Jacob, with a quick wave of his iron hook, ordered Faith to her little chamber | |
Old man Curry was kneeling in the straw, dipping bandages in a bucket of hot water | |
Raffles the amateur cracksman | |
Sent General Vega and myself to select positions for the artillery | |
["Shake han's wid me, nigger"] | |
[Skyscrapers and airplanes] | |
Snatching up a bit of a candle, Cale rushed into the hall and to the head of the stairs | |
Sons of Eli | |
Sophy and the baby in the tenement | |
Speak out, or git out, one or t'other | |
[St. Francis of the Bunk-House] | |
[The Sunday dinner] | |
A sword of the old frontier : a tale of Fort Chartres and Detroit : being a plain account of sundry adventures befalling Chevalier Raoul de Coubert, one time captain in the Hussars of Languedoc, during the year 1763 | |
[Take me, she cried, I'll go back and face it! Anything but being followed like this] | |
[Taking the horse by the bridle, she moved away down the slope to the road] | |
[Taking the trail-rope, we made a quick turn] | |
Thank you, the woman whispered, adding with a blind person's intuition: it is the big sailor who doesn't speak, isn't it | |
That silver dollar's my last bullet in the battle for Ann Bartlett's defence, Patt | |
There - is - no - death | |
There is one here with a message for John. Is there a John present | |
[They arrived in time to find Bill holding up at the point of his rifle the living men in a welter of gray-green figures about the gun] | |
Think if there should be an accident | |
This is my work, Hawkins would say to himself. To-day I'll be officially proclaimed | |
[This is no joke, Arthur] | |
This man had faced some tragedy, he could see | |
To the dynamite gun was given the honor of leading the ball | |
The trail of the lonesome pine | |
The tramp of heavy feet below interrupted further speech. With a low moan she sank back in her chair | |
Tre racconti / Frances Hodgson Burnett ; con il saggio introduttivo Un torero innamorato, un milionario disperato e un lupo buono di Marco Catucci ; edizione illustrata con i disegni originali di C. S. Reinhart, F. C. Yohn e H. Sichel ; traduzione dall'inglese di Elisabetta Parri | |
U.S. Marines - first to fight in France for freedom Enlist with the "soldiers of the sea" | |
Uncle Noah's Christmas inspiration | |
The undercurrent | |
We must think of it as a kind of sign | |
[A well-directed volley at this time might have rid Spain of the fiery old guerilla] | |
Well, it sounded up there, answered the man, pointing to the black abyss opening out into the night | |
[When the smoke of a tramp southward bound smeared the sky, Bruden and the collie pushed off] | |
Where's Yohnalossee? he muttered. He ain't here, honey. He ain't never been here, Rosanna answered | |
[Will you come in? he said] | |
Wireless | |
[With superb nerve the operators stuck to their post] | |
The Works of F. Hopkinson Smith. | |
The world's warrant | |
[Ye pap's hurt purty much, but he's down there] | |
You can have it for a hundred guineas. That's the price; it's an antique and I should charge more, but the treatment is a little free | |
[You have heard the charge against you, intoned the judge, in the holy and righteous key of justice-about-to-be-administered. Do you plead guilty or not guilty?] | |
[You'll have to bury her and take care of Jacky] |