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Antique BRASS BOWL Louis Joseph Vance 1907 AL Burt Book
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THE BRASS BOWL
by Louis Joseph Vance
with 3 b/w plate illustrations by Orson Lowell
Binding: Hard Cover
Publisher: A.L. Burt Company, New York
Date Published: 1907
Description: No Jacket. Good. 12mo-over 6¾"-7¾" tall 376 pgs. Interior-Normal signs of aging w/ beginnin go cracking & on front hinge. The boards also have normal signs of aging.
1907. Vance, American screenwriter, short story writer and novelist, begins The Brass Bowl: In the dull hot dusk of a summer's day a green touring-car, swinging out of the East Drive, pulled up smartly, trembling, at the edge of the Fifty-ninth Street car-tracks, then more sedately, under the dispassionate but watchful eye of a mounted member of the Traffic Squad, lurched across the Plaza and merged itself in the press of vehicles southbound on the Avenue. Its tonneau held four young men, all more or less disguised in dust, dusters and goggles; forward, by the side of the grimy and anxious-eyed mechanic, sat a fifth, in all visible respects the counterpart of his companions. Beneath his mask, and by this I do not mean his goggles, but the mask of modern manner, which the worldly wear, he was, and is, different.
A GREAT ADDITION TO YOUR COLLECTION!
by Louis Joseph Vance
with 3 b/w plate illustrations by Orson Lowell
Binding: Hard Cover
Publisher: A.L. Burt Company, New York
Date Published: 1907
Description: No Jacket. Good. 12mo-over 6¾"-7¾" tall 376 pgs. Interior-Normal signs of aging w/ beginnin go cracking & on front hinge. The boards also have normal signs of aging.
1907. Vance, American screenwriter, short story writer and novelist, begins The Brass Bowl: In the dull hot dusk of a summer's day a green touring-car, swinging out of the East Drive, pulled up smartly, trembling, at the edge of the Fifty-ninth Street car-tracks, then more sedately, under the dispassionate but watchful eye of a mounted member of the Traffic Squad, lurched across the Plaza and merged itself in the press of vehicles southbound on the Avenue. Its tonneau held four young men, all more or less disguised in dust, dusters and goggles; forward, by the side of the grimy and anxious-eyed mechanic, sat a fifth, in all visible respects the counterpart of his companions. Beneath his mask, and by this I do not mean his goggles, but the mask of modern manner, which the worldly wear, he was, and is, different.
A GREAT ADDITION TO YOUR COLLECTION!


















