Bert Stringer was also the brother of the prominent Canadian novelist and poet Arthur Stringer. Bert Stringer was a big spender, and spent $10,000 to build the queen of Mount Royal, back in the day when a 10-story building downtown cost around $18,000 to build - so no expense was spared on his home. He owned land in Mount Pleasant he was a co-owner of a cohort trying to build the Centre Street Bridge so that people would buy his lots in Mount Pleasant. She is a beautiful house continues to be a beautiful house.īert Stringer was a Calgary developer and booster in the city's Age of Optimism in the years before the Great War. This is the Bert Stringer residence, a 1909 house Calgarians used to call "the queen of Mount Royal". We are going to be looking at the home on the southwest corner that intersection. I'm light-hearted enough if they'll on.Here we are at 2003 8 Street Southwest, just as 8th Street climbs up the hill to Mount Royal. And Heaven knows I've never wanted to be one of the Glooms! I've no hankering to sit with the Sob Sisters and pump brine over the past.
We have to buck up, and grin and bear it, and make the best of a bad bargain. We have to go on, whether we like it or not. So stop, Father Time, stop, or I'll get out of the car! But we can't get out of the car.
For when you're fading you're surely decaying, and when you're decayingyou're approaching the end. My spirit recoils at the thought of decay. Then the next moment it fills me with a sort of desperation. There are times, I find, when I can accept that intimation of slipping into the sere and yellow leaf without revolt. And they have given me a great deal to think about. But from one's own husband - Wow! - they go in like a harpoon. If they'd come from somebody else they mightn't have meant so much. And it's all arisen out of Dinky- Dunk's bland intimation that I am "a withered beauty." Those words have held like a fish-hook in the gills of my memory. For I've been learning, this last two or three days, just how wide of the mark he shot. Excerpt: Sunday the Fourth I Wish I could get by the scruff of the neck that sophomoric old philosopher who once said nothing survives being thought of. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to where you can select from more than a million books for free. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1922 Original Publisher: The Bobbs-Merrill Company Subjects: Canadian fiction Fiction / General Fiction / Anthologies Fiction / Classics Fiction / Literary Literary Collections / Canadian Literary Criticism / Canadian Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original.
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