Wright, George Hand, 1872-1951
Wright, George, 18..-19..
George Hand Wright American illustrator (1872-1951)
Wright, George Hand
Wright, George Hand (American painter, 1872-1951)
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Works
Title | Sources |
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A country chronicle | |
[Eyes and fingers ached with much stitching] | |
[Farley looked closely at the redheaded youngster and smiled with recognition] | |
Foot weary soldiers, returning from a hike, catch the welcome whiff of dinner | |
Good evenin' good evenin', he said : I've kept you waitin', I'm afraid : Weren't just in the middle of supper, were you? | |
Gordon Keith | |
The great ship lurched sickeningly above them as a wall totters to its fall | |
[Group of artists] | |
Hadn't you better try and see if you can stand | |
He takes a half hitch around her waist and holds her beside him while he begins shoutin' to the crowd to take it easy | |
He went forward, elucidating the caddy's pedigree to him as he went | |
The head coach | |
The heaven that Sir Oliver and Sir Arthur report is the heaven imagined by fat-headed old women who love the dark and two dollars | |
He's out! he shouted. You're sure? this is no flivver? ... All right, call me again in five minutes | |
Hip-hip! Another ship - another victory United States Shipping Board, Emergency Fleet Corporation | |
Homespun tales | |
Hundreds of black waiters marched in with each course in military order | |
In her delight Susan brought her hands together sharply. Why he is! she exclaimed | |
Inside were three men and a girl; John Robert Hardcross, however, was not in evidence | |
It is thrilling to find yourself dancing the one-step with a total stranger in uniform | |
It's awkward to settle things by thinking, she answered. One ought just to know | |
It's just ravishing, that's all, declared Amy | |
It's very silly, really, said the girl. But when Fru Fru's mother came, I wouldn't hide it any longer | |
[Izzy, for God's sake, cried the man nearest him] | |
Jacqueline asked hoarsely, what are you doing here? | |
Jacqueline's heart gave a bound, but remembering her disapproval, she said, I don't want to come to your dinner party, thank you | |
Judith : a story of the candle-lit fifties | |
Judith of the Cumberlands | |
Just a minute, Captain Barney hailed. I liked that speech fust-rate, but when anybody starts spinnin' yarns about worms eatin' up through a brand new vessel's hull, I say it couldn't happen | |
Keep away from me! he cried passionately. Don't lay your hands on me! | |
Like a broken winged bird, Morancy came limping and flapping back to his own people | |
I lose-a my baggage, I shouted loudly. You savvy? baggage heap gone! coach vamoose, get me? | |
[Man and woman in bedroom] | |
[Man swinging golf club] | |
Mary, do you know what he did? The bank is taking a block of that very stock, and he has the impudence to tell me he has sold mine | |
Mary, he faltered, Mary, do you suppose it's possible you could ever think of marrying me? | |
Mary, I'm glad you're here. How did you happen to come? Tell you I was on my last legs, did they? | |
The matinee line is a study in democracy | |
[Men and women with luggage waiting in line] | |
My glory's land, Azure exclaimed. I'm so glad you've got here. I've been standin' watch at that front door for an hour | |
The national restlessness makes for a gayety and charm of its own | |
Nature-lovers go forth on Saturday to caress trees | |
[Newspaper reporter, possibly Little Joe Moore] | |
[Newspaper reporters listening through pipe for sounds of life at the scene of an aqueduct tunnel cave-in] | |
Nonsense, Azure, I'm not sick and I'm not insane. I know I am doing exactly the right thing and I'm going to do it | |
Norse Stories / Retold from the Eddas by Hamilton Wright Mabie et al. - [Nowy Jork], 1901. | |
Not Ellen but Margaret, with fear in her face and tired eyes, alone | |
Not on your tintype, Pittsy, said the Duke, and he emerged from behind the great bulk of his cousin's outer garments | |
Nothin' ever done my Obed so much good when he had a spell as cherry rum, declared Azure | |
Of the torrent of words Mr. Blue could make nothing | |
On the east side melodrama flaunts its eternal lure | |
Only fancy! she exclaimed. The Duke of Dormier is coming over with your parents | |
I paid out a lot of insurance on that--half-ounce premium brought a mouth organ, provided stomach trouble arose within ten days--and it did | |
[Parade of American soldiers] | |
The people who spoke to me were earnest souls, with an idealism which seemed to lift them above party politics | |
The picture palace has become part of the life of the American people | |
The ragged tramp began to beg in most piteous terms | |
[Remarkable! he said warmly. A remarkably deft performance! Capital! capital!] | |
The river | |
I rode down the street and through a flock of geese into the river | |
The root of evil, 1911: | |
A runaway woman | |
Shapes | |
She might be angry now, for all he knew. He concluded to let well enough alone | |
She opened her door to that absurd little Monsieur Beaup, and took her letter and her packages from him | |
She was exclamatory over the paintings | |
She was Paris--Paris personified--Paris unclothed and in her right mind--Paris come to her own again | |
Skipperena soothed Pauline when she wept, taught her the swiftest ways of separating the ghur from the galus, and protected her fiercely | |
A slicker | |
So you are at it again, eh? aping the Borodine! | |
[Soldiers drilling with rifles and bayonets] | |
Strangers gave a dance; the beautiful women of Goodwinds attended | |
The suicide, a poorly dressed laborer, had staggered around in a circle nearly ten feet in diameter after gashing his own throat | |
Thaddeus! what are you doing? It was a stupid question, they had both seen what Thaddeus was doing | |
There is hope, my adored, hope for thy sister and for us | |
[There is no peace in Chicago] | |
There is one class which feels competent to appraise social position; these are head waiters | |
There was a strange man with his feet on the table | |
They went back to the old habit of singing in saloons for bread and beer | |
They wrestled for possession of the weapon : [with] one hand pressed upon her bosom, Mary's feverish eyes watched the straining men | |
Timothy took 'em for her, and drove off balancing 'em with one hand | |
To all inquiries Lola replied, Mr. Simpkins is taking me to an organ recital, and won a scream of mirth | |
The vigil continued far into the night, and until the gray dawn streaked the sky | |
The Virginian eased the pressure of his finger. A British officer stepped forward and spoke sharply in instruction | |
Wallops | |
I was thinking what a joke it was, she said, on us both | |
The way of a man | |
We must have knocked seven bells out of 'em; and we didn't lose a single battleship | |
What little face of blessed one! En nombre de todos los santos | |
When the door was lifted from its hinges, they filed out into the trunk room and up through the stage stairway | |
With the very last spadeful taken from under the post, came the wallet and money | |
[Woman sitting on table, facing two other women] | |
[Woman with hands on man's arm] | |
Women of the highest position feel deeply the beauty of the Bolshevik doctrine | |
The Works of F. Hopkinson Smith. | |
[Young girl and man standing in doorway, looking at older woman] | |
You're completely selfish and unmoral, Olivia, he said, on principle. If it weren't for your beauty and your money, the police would arrest you |