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A BROADSHEET:
For the Years 1902-3. With Pictures by P. Colman Smith and Jack B.
Yeats.
Hand-coloured, Twenty-four Numbers, with portfolio, 1 7s. 6d. free.
The Contributors include W. B. Yeats, Lady Gregory, Professor F. York Powell, ”A.E.,” Wilfred Gibson, John Masefield, Dr. Douglas Hyde, and others.
* Specimen copies may be had, post free, 1s. 2d. net.
”Mr. Yeats has not yet come by his own; when he does the world will recognise more exactly than it has done hitherto what a facile and original artist he is.”--_Speaker._
”Miss P. Colman Smith undoubtedly has a great eye for colour, and a most curious conception of its application; indeed the colouring of 'A Broadsheet' is its most striking feature.”--_The Reader._
”These twenty-four Broadsheets may be wisely collected by the curious.”--_The Sphere._
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_One of Jack B. Yeats's Books for Children._
THE BOSUN AND THE BOB-TAILED COMET.
Foolscap 8vo, 1s. net; or Coloured by the Author, 5s. net.
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”'You'll see how the little dears will sing out when they ketches hold of me and my bob-tail'--here the Bosun paused to turn his quid and hitch his trousers up. Then he dexterously tied another knot on his Comet's tail lest it should sweep the pens off the table, or upset the ink-pot.”--_The Daily News._
”The t.i.tle is sufficient to indicate the nature of the little book in which Mr. Yeats displays all the humour which has so characterised the series of picture books, and his facile pen has lost none of its old-time cunning.”--_Dublin Express._
_One of Jack B. Yeats's Plays for the Miniature Stage_
JAMES FLAUNTY:
OR, THE TERROR OF THE WESTERN SEAS.
1s. net; or, Coloured by the Author, 5s. net.
”A 'memory' of R. L. Stevenson comes seldom amiss, and now especially, when the romancer's name and fame are as a shuttlec.o.c.k between wholly adoring and still discriminating friends, may be considered apt and seasonable. So it won't hurt to read this:
”There stands, I fancy, to this day (but now how fallen!) a certain stationer's shop at a corner of the wide thoroughfare that joins the city of my childhood with the sea. When upon any Sat.u.r.day we made a party to behold the s.h.i.+ps, we pa.s.sed that corner; and since in those days I loved a s.h.i.+p as a man loves Burgundy or daybreak, this of itself had been enough to hallow it. But there was more than that. In that window, all the year round, there stood displayed a theatre in working order, with a 'forest set,' 'a combat,' and a few 'robbers carousing' in the slides; and below and about--dearer tenfold to me!--the plays themselves, those budgets of romance, lay tumbled, one upon another.”--_A Penny Plain and Twopence Coloured._