By Irvin S. Cobb SOMEBODY said once that facts are stubborn things, which is a…

By Irvin S. Cobb “Sorry, ma’am,” said the Pullman conductor, “but there’s not a bit…

By Irvin S. Cobb SPY stories rather went out of fashion when the armistice was…

By Irvin S. Cobb SOMEONE said once—the rest of us subsequently repeating it on occasion—that…

By Irvin S. Cobb WE had a feud once down in our country, not one…

By Irvin S. Cobb It goes past the powers of my pen to try to…

By Irvin S. Cobb ALONG and limber man leaned against a doorjamb of the Blue…

 By IRVIN S. COBB There was a house in this town where always by night…

 By IRVIN S. COBB When Judge Priest, on this particular morning, came puffing into his…

By Irving S. Cobb OVER night, it almost seems, a town will undergo radical and…