The Rules of the GameRead Books Ltd, 18. 2. 2015 - Počet stran: 878 This vintage book contains Stewart Edward White’s 1910 novel, “The Rules of the Game”. A gripping drama that revolves around the corruption in the early Forest Service of Southern California, “The Rules of the Game” will appeal to those with an interest in the historical development of Californian environmental systems. It is not to be missed by fans of White’s work. Stewart Edward White (1873–1946) was an American novelist and spiritualist. Other notable works by this author include: “The Long Rifle” (1930), “Folded Hills” (1932), and “Ranchero” (1933). Many vintage texts such as this are becoming increasingly rare and expensive, and it is with this in mind that we are republishing this volume now, in an affordable, modern, high-quality edition. It comes complete with a specially commissioned new biography of the author. |
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... course, he must have! Can he lick his dad?” “You bet he can—or could if his dad would give him a chance. Why, he's been captain of the football team for two years.” “And football's the only game I'd come out of the woods to see,” said ...
... course, he must have! Can he lick his dad?” “You bet he can—or could if his dad would give him a chance. Why, he's been captain of the football team for two years.” “And football's the only game I'd come out of the woods to see,” said ...
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... course in college on archaeology. Don't remember much about it, but one thing. When they managed to decipher the oldest known piece of hieroglyphics on an Assyrian brick, what do you suppose it turned out to be?” “Give it up, Brudder ...
... course in college on archaeology. Don't remember much about it, but one thing. When they managed to decipher the oldest known piece of hieroglyphics on an Assyrian brick, what do you suppose it turned out to be?” “Give it up, Brudder ...
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... thought a moment. “I guess I'm tired. I must buck up. If Collins and Archie can do it, I can. It's all in the game. Of course, it takes time and training. Get in the game!” IX This was on Tuesday. During the rest of the.
... thought a moment. “I guess I'm tired. I must buck up. If Collins and Archie can do it, I can. It's all in the game. Of course, it takes time and training. Get in the game!” IX This was on Tuesday. During the rest of the.
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... course, and requires more application. But he was strong and determined. He remembered Fatty Hayes, who took four years to make the team—Fatty, who couldn't get a signal through his head until about time for the next play, and whose ...
... course, and requires more application. But he was strong and determined. He remembered Fatty Hayes, who took four years to make the team—Fatty, who couldn't get a signal through his head until about time for the next play, and whose ...
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... course we can't take chances on these things being right.” “Of course not,” said Bob steadily. “You just need more training,” went on Collins with some vague idea of being kind to this helpless, attractive young fellow. “I learned under ...
... course we can't take chances on these things being right.” “Of course not,” said Bob steadily. “You just need more training,” went on Collins with some vague idea of being kind to this helpless, attractive young fellow. “I learned under ...
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