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    1. Camp Starts In: 228 Days Venus and Bacchus meet, and all the world

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      This website template has been designed by Free Website Templates for you, for free. You can replace all this text with your own text. A short, mild and debonair figure received me one May afternoon in a house which, if not in Cavendish Square, was somewhere in its neighbourhood. In my later schoolboy days Max was very much cultivated by those of the younger generation who liked to think themselves 136enormously in the swim. We used to collect Max Beerbohmsnot his caricatures, for they were far and away beyond our means; but his articles. I remember a rather startling article of his in The Yellow Book which I had bound in lizard-skin, and a friend of mine had all Maxs Saturday Review articles beautifully typewritten on thick yellow paper and bound in scarlet cardboard. Max was precious, Max was deliciously impertinent, Max was too frightfully clever for words.

      • Vivamus at justo ut urna porta pulvinar It used to begin as a rumour, a faint stirring and excitement in Kings Road, Chelsea. The artist on the top floor of Joubert Studiosan artist who had a private income and a gently nursed hypochondriareceived a parcel from home: a couple of cooked chickens, perhaps, a tongue, cakes, crystallised fruits, three bottles of wine and so on. The lady who occupied the studio below, and the musical critic who lived in the third studio from the top, were duly apprised of the fact, and Norman and Eddie Morrow were called in from near by for a consultation.

      • Pellentesque nunasidp adipiscing sollicitudin dolor id sagittis. Im afraid I dont, said Purvis. You are a musical critic in Manchester, whilst I am a musical critic in Berlin, and I tell you that Fried is the man you want here. Surely that is enough? You must take it from me. I say it.

      • Donec sit amet felis a nibh ornare malesuada. And he lapsed into a long, depressed silence. I was very glad when a friend of his popped his head into the 142room and shouted: What about that game of bridge? I rose hastily and escaped.

      • Etiam et tellus mi, et semper lectus. This little Society was extremely typical of Manchester. It was typical because it was enthusiastic, because every member of it worked hard for no monetary reward, and because it had a definite object in view and achieved that object. Above all, it was young; the spirit of it was young. I have never found in London a band of young men and women putting their noses to the grindstone for months on end with the sole object of achieving an artistic ideal. People in London exploit art, but they do not work at art for arts sake. Manchester is Englands musical metropolis. Elgar said so ten years ago; Beecham echoed his words the other day. I claim for Manchester also that the level of culture is much higher than it is in London. In proportion to its size Manchester has during the last fifty years given to England more writers, musicians, politicians, actors, business men, reformers and social workers of distinction than any other city.... But all this, I think, is a little offensive

      • Quisque in purus nec purus feugiat consectetur. Newman and Frederic Austin and one or two others collaborated in preparing our scheme. A female figure was made, carefully placed on the middle of Dr McNaughts pillow, and gently covered to the neck with the bedclothes.

      • Fusce et ipsum dolor lorem ante, at sollicitudin libero. But he was poking a cigar into my mouth, and I could not answer until it was well alight.

      • Etiam et tellus mi, et semper lectus. Well, theyre difficult, I think. They know something about music here. You are not in London now, you know. You have reached the centre of things.

      • Vivamus at justo ut urna porta pulvinar. I wonder, said he.

      • 11/10/2011

        This is just a place holder, so you can see what the site would look like. Everyone is entitled to his own opinion about those matters. I have my own view; you, no doubt, have yours. And now, she added, a little wearily, let us have tea and talk about the weather.

      • 11/19/2011

        Praesent quis nisl in velit imper diet suscipit a id quam. Since these days Brighouse has scored a big success with Hobsons Choice. He will score other successes. He will die reputed and rich. He will live, some day, in a West End flat and have a cottage in the country from which he will issue at regular intervals and take long walks in muddy lanes. I believe he will sedulously cultivate the friendship of those who may be of service to him, and he will drink his pint of beer every day of his life. He will be praised twice a year by Sir William Robertson Nicoll. Yes, he will be praised twice a year by Sir William Robertson Nicoll. And when Sir William dies, Mr St John Adcock will take up the cry. And, when the war is over, our successful young dramatist will go to America, where the money comes from.... I should like to see Harold in America.

      • 11/19/2011

        Nullam vulputate elementum consequat. Fusce leo felis, bibendum. 162Very sorry, sir, said the boy, but Ive got no change. Ive got no halfpennies.

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