Best of
Short-Stories

1917

Short Stories From Rabindranath Tagore


Rabindranath Tagore - 1917
    Throughout these stories, Tagore's main interest is people and the kaleidoscope of human emotions, as men and women struggle with the restrictions and prohibitions of contemporary Hindu society.

The Complete Works Of Guy De Maupassant (New Edition)


Guy de Maupassant - 1917
    The Complete Works Of Guy de Maupassant (1917)

A Jury Of Her Peers


Susan Glaspell - 1917
    Two women uncover the truth in a rural murder investigation.

Best Russian Short Stories


Thomas SeltzerAleksandr Kuprin - 1917
    Contains over 20 stories written by various Russian authors, including, "The Gentleman from San Francisco" by 1933 Nobel Prize winner Bunin, and stories by Pushkin, Gogol, Turgenev, Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, Saltykov, Korolenko, Garshin, Chekhov, Sologub, Potapenko, Semyonov, Gorky, Artzybashev, Kuprin, Andreyev, and others.

Abel Sánchez and Other Stories


Miguel de Unamuno - 1917
    This essential Unamuno reader begins with the full-length novel Abel Sanchez, a modern retelling of the story of Cain and Abel. Also included are two remarkable short stories, The Madness of Doctor Montarco and San Manuel Bueno, Martyr, featuring quixotic, philosophically existential characters confronted by the dull ache of modernity.Translated by Anthony Kerrigan and with an insightful introduction by Mario J. Valdes

SUCCEEDING WITH WHAT YOU HAVE (Timeless Wisdom Collection)


Charles M. Schwab - 1917
     It is a candid description of his life and his work methods, that gives a light into the life of this brilliant steel titan, and his thinking on business and on personal management. The greatest critic to this book: that it doesn't say more! It is so interesting, that it leaves people with the desire for more. Sadly, this is all there is. His career was brilliantly portrayed in Napoleon Hill's Think and Grow Rich.

At Geisenheimer's


P.G. Wodehouse - 1917
    Broadway was full of people hurrying to the theatres. Cars rattled by. "All the electric lights in the world were blazing down on the Great White Way. And it all seemed stale and dreary to me. Geisenheimer's was full as usual. All the tables were occupied, and there were several couples already on the dancing-floor in the centre. "The band was playing 'Michigan': I want to go back, I want to go backTo the place where I was born.Far away from harmWith a milk-pail on my arm. I suppose the fellow who wrote that would have called for the police if anyone had ever really tried to get him on to a farm, but he has certainly put something into the tune which makes you think he meant what he said. It's a homesick tune, that. "I was just looking round for an empty table, when a man jumped up and came towards me, registering joy as if I had been his long-lost sister. He was from the country. I could see that. It was written all over him, from his face to his shoes. He came up with his hand out, beaming. "'Why, Miss Roxborough!' 'Why not?' I said. "'Don't you remember me?' "I didn't. "'My name is Ferris.' "'It's a nice name, but it means nothing in my young life.' "'I was introduced to you last time I came here. We danced together.' "This seemed to bear the stamp of truth. If he was introduced to me, he probably danced with me. It's what I'm at Geisenheimer's for. "'When was it?' "'A year ago last April.'"