Chicago Has Disappointed Her Enemies And Astonished

I Started Reading The Big Histories And The Small Histories, The Memoirs And So Forth. At Some Point, I Found The Diary Of William E. Dodd.

I Was Born With The Devil In Me,' [holmes] Wrote. 'i Could Not Help The Fact That I Was A Murderer, No More Than The Poet Can Help The Inspiration To Sing.

Whenever I Finish A Book, I Start With A Blank Slate And Never Have Ideas Lined Up.

I Must Confess A Shameful Secret: I Love Chicago Best In The Cold.

Beneath The Stars The Lake Lay Dark And Sombre," Stead Wrote, "but On Its Shores Gleamed And Glowed In Golden Radiance The Ivory City, Beautiful As A Poet's Dream, Silent As A City Of The Dead.