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- Author: Ralph Henry Barbour
- Publisher: IndoEuropeanPublishing.com
- Year: 2012
- Pages: 150
- ISBN-10: 1604446188
- ISBN-13: 9781604446180
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.9 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Ralph Henry Barbour (Also wrote as Richard Stillman Powell)(November 13, 1870 - February 19, 1944) was an American novelist, who wrote popular works of sports fiction for boys. Left Guard Gilbert is such a story. Excerpts: "HOLD up!" Coach Robey, coatless, vestless, hatless, his old flannel trousers held up as by a miracle with the aid of a leather strap scarcely deserving the name of belt, pushed his way through the first squad players. The Brimfield Head Coach was a wiry, medium-sized man of about thirty, with a deeply-tanned face from which sharp blue eyes looked out under whitish lashes that were a shade lighter than his eyebrows and two shades lighter than his sandy hair. As the afternoon was excessively hot, even for the twenty-first day of September and in proximity to Long Island Sound, Mr. George Robey's countenance was bathed in perspiration and the faded blue silk shirt was plastered to his body.
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- Author: Ralph Henry Barbour
- Publisher: IndoEuropeanPublishing.com
- Year: 2012
- Pages: 150
- ISBN-10: 1604446188
- ISBN-13: 9781604446180
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.9 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Ralph Henry Barbour (Also wrote as Richard Stillman Powell)(November 13, 1870 - February 19, 1944) was an American novelist, who wrote popular works of sports fiction for boys. Left Guard Gilbert is such a story. Excerpts: "HOLD up!" Coach Robey, coatless, vestless, hatless, his old flannel trousers held up as by a miracle with the aid of a leather strap scarcely deserving the name of belt, pushed his way through the first squad players. The Brimfield Head Coach was a wiry, medium-sized man of about thirty, with a deeply-tanned face from which sharp blue eyes looked out under whitish lashes that were a shade lighter than his eyebrows and two shades lighter than his sandy hair. As the afternoon was excessively hot, even for the twenty-first day of September and in proximity to Long Island Sound, Mr. George Robey's countenance was bathed in perspiration and the faded blue silk shirt was plastered to his body.
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