Introduction, by A. F. Wilson ; The history and development of industrial journalism, by C. T. Root ; Business press opportunities, by E. A. Simmons ; The reasons for the trade and technical papers, by J. H. McGraw ; The special service of the class paper to an industry, by H. M. Swetland ; The technical paper and the manufacturer, by J. A. Hill ; The news service of the trade and technical press, by W. H. Taylor ; The standards of practice of the business press, by W. H...
Règles de pratique ; Court rules ; Film/Fiche is presented as orginally captured.
Bibliographies with some of the lectures; 1891 and 1892 never published
On cover: Special winter number of the Studio, 1906-7
Cottages ; Architecture, Domestic
Excerpt: Med ship man I Calhoun regarded the communicator with something like exasperation as his taped voice repeated a standard approach-call for the twentieth time. But no answer came, which had become irritating a long time ago. This was a new med service sector for Calhoun. He'd been assigned to another man's tour of duty because the other man had been taken down with romance. He'd gotten married, which ruled him out for med ship duty. So now Calhoun listened to his...
Excerpt: In the queue the old man fell just as Farn Hestler's power wheel was passing his place in line, on his way back from the comfort station. Hestler, braking, stared down at the twisted face, a mask of soft, pale leather in which the mouth writhed as if trying to tear itself free of the dying body. Then he jumped from the wheel, bent over the victim. Quick as he was, a lean woman with fingers like gnarled roots was before him, clutching at the old man's fleshless shoulders.
Excerpt: Preface discerning people have always read Keith Laumer for a lot of reasons, and I am delighted that baen books is making his works available to be read yet again.
Excerpt: Terry vs. Flap-jack ?let me congratulate you,? the voice said. Retief turned. An immense flap-jack, hung with crimson trappings, rippled at his side. ?your skirmish-forms fight well. I think we will find in each other worthy adversaries.?
Excerpt: How I spent my summer vacation and every other free minute for five straight years after any number of requests to put all our short stories together in one place, the idea began to take on some mer I t. When larry and I looked into the idea we discovered that we had a lot of other short fiction; about ten years? worth.
Excerpt: Chapter one the attic cubicle was dark and stuffy, two conditions the tiny window under the eaves did little to alleviate. Rune reached up to the shelf over her pallet for her fiddle case, and froze with her hand less than an inch away. Her mother's nasal whine echoed up the stairs from the tavern sleeping rooms below. rune? Rune!
Excerpt: Two out of three ain?t bad?Something very large occluded the light for a moment in the next room, then the lights went out, and Diana Tregarde distinctly heard the sound of the chandelier being torn from the ceiling and thrown against the wall. She winced.
Excerpt: Mainz the yellow lantern-lights of mainz's dockside inns reached out across the dark Rhine. Standing on the prow of the riverboat, Erik Hakkonsen stared at them, thinking of little more than food and a bed. He'd left his home in Iceland three weeks earlier, to answer the emperor's summons. They'd had a stormy crossing. Then the late spring thaw had ensured that the roads of the holy roman empire were fetlock deep in glutinous mud. And, finally, the river had bee...
Excerpt: One: the parting of friends ?are you sure you really want to do this?? Beth asked eric for roughly the five hundredth time in the past month.
Excerpt: Dedication dedicated to J.R. And Shirley Dixon, Ed and Joyce Ritche, and to all parents with the vision to listen to what kids really wish for?and help them find it.
Excerpt: Preface note from the librarian: as a general rule, we only put titles up in the library which have been published by Baen books. The principal reason for this is simply to avoid complications regarding rights with other publishers.
Excerpt: Chapter one sunset boulevard was a blur of lights and noise, too many radios and car stereos, too many people talking and shouting and laughing. Kayla jammed her hands in the pockets of her denim jacket and wished all of it would just go away.
Excerpt: fire! the first hostigi volley tore into the ktemnoi front rank as if they were a battery of artillery guns firing case shot. A great cheer rose up from the hostigi ranks. The second volley and third were almost as devastating; the fourth less so. Still the ktemnoi squares held. Now the musketeers were supposed to sling their weapons and fall back; instead many picked up the pikes of the wounded or dead, while others drew their swords and held their places.
Excerpt: Demon blade ?let me,? rosivok said. Abruptly he bent down and took up the blade. He stood there holding it, examining its shimmering steel, the beads of moisture rolling off of it. After a moment he shrugged. ?nothing,? he said.
Excerpt: Chapter 1 Port Tinarana was like an old, decaying tart, her face lined with a myriad of streets and alleys, inexpertly caked with a crude makeup of overhanging buildings. The alleyways seemed to grow narrower and more choked in filth with the passing of each year. Judging by the ankle-deep slush, this dead end hadn?t had the garbage cleared in the last three hundred of those years. And in a few minutes his body would become yet another once-human part of it. He ...