The Adventures of Danny Meadow Mouse, by Thornton W. Burgess, Illustrated by Harrison Cady. Published 1915 (1944).

This is another project I picked up randomly. The illustrations turned out quite well, I especially like the top hat on the grumpy owl.

Children’s Book Week is this month, there will be plenty of new Children’s books posted to PG in the coming days.

Three Things, by Elinor Glyn. Published 1915.

I post-processed this book pretty much at random — I was looking for something easy to do and there it was…

Elinor Glyn invented the It girl. In this small book of essays she discusses love, sex, marriage (and divorce) and motherhood.

Essays Towards a Theory of Knowledge, by Alexander Philip. Published 1915.

Thanks to Michael Zeug and Lisa Reigel for post-processing this project!

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Jack Harkaway’s Boy Tinker Among The Turks; Being the Conclusion of the “Adventures of Young Jack Harkaway and His Boy Tinker”, by Bracebridge Hemyng. Book Number Fifteen. Published ca. 1915.

Thanks to anonymous for post-processing this project!

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Evening Round Up: More Good Stuff Like PEP, by Col. Wm. C. Hunter. Published 1915.

Thanks to Colin Bell for post-processing this project!

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Journeys to Bagdad, by Charles S. Brooks. Published 1915. With fabulous wood-cuts by Allen Lewis.

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The Black Box, by E. Phillips Oppenheim. This 1915 book was an early movie tie-in. The movie, made also in 1915, is unfortunately lost.

Oppenheim was a prolific and popular writer — and quite inventive. How could you not want to read about the “pocket wireless” or the “phototelesme” or find out information from young women by “very dodgy means” (as one smooth reader put it)?

“You have embarked on a new study—anthropology. What characteristic strikes you most forcibly in connection with it? Cunning? The necklace might be where the skeleton is. Why not begin at the beginning?”

“Drop all investigation. The hands that return these jewels command it.”

“Pitted against the inherited cunning of the ages, you have no chance. I will take compassion upon you. Look in the right-hand drawer of your desk.”

“In the great scheme of things, the Supreme Ruler of the Universe divided an inheritance amongst His children. To one He gave power, to another strength, to another beauty, but to His favourites He gave cunning.”

“You will fail here as you have failed before. Better go back. There is more danger for you in this country than you dream of.”

“To Sanford Quest.

“You have escaped this time by a chance of fortune, not because your wits are keen, not because of your own shrewdness; simply because Fate willed it. It will not be for long.”

“There is not one amongst you with the wit of a Mongar child. Good-bye!”

“The Hands!”

“Fools, all of you! The cunning of the ages defeats your puny efforts at every turn.

“The Hands!”

“You have all lost again. Why not give it up? You can never win.

“The Hands.”

“Even time fights you. It loses that you may lose.

“The Hands.”

“Fools! Tongues of flame will cross Quest’s path. He will never reach the depot alive.”

“You have been a clever opponent, Sanford Quest, but even now you are to be cheated. The wisdom of the ages outreaches yours, outreaches it and triumphs.”