THERE IS A GHOST HAUNTING AMERICA……

THERE IS A GHOST HAUNTING AMERICA…….
By Philip Van Doren Stern

There is a ghost haunting America – a forlorn ghost who wanders at night through the older sections of some of our Eastern seaboard cities. In Boston, long after the theatre crowds have gone home, his slight, dark figure may occasionally be seen in the vicinity of Washington and State Streets. There an obscure print shop once stood – a print shop that is remembered only because it issued a thin little pamphlet of poetry which now brings the price of a country estate. It brought our ghost nothing – except disappointment, but then neither did any of his other books, for they were all unprofitable to their author.
In Providence, where he met one of the emotional crises of his life, his black – cloaked form may sometimes be glimpsed under the Doris portico of the Athenaeum on College Hill. In New York, far uptown in Fordham, there is a tiny cottage much visited by sightseers during the day and by our errant ghost at night. Philadelphia, too, is one of his cities. There he haunts a small brick house near Spring Garden Street where roses once grew. In Baltimore (where his mortal remains are buried) his ghost frequents an unpretentious little house on Amity Street, for he dwelt in poverty nearly all his life, and most of his associations are with mean streets and small houses that could be rented cheaply. Only in Richmond did he ever know affluence and even then it was short-lived. The great house where he lived during his adolescence is gone, but his name is well remembered in that city. He returned there again and again, not to luxury but to river-front taverns and to rented rooms in shabby boarding-houses. In Charlottesville, the room he occupied in the West Range of the University of Virginia is still proudly pointed out, but he was unhappy during the short time he lived there, and he can hardly be expected to revisit it often. Charleston also knew him for a short while, especially the sea beach on Sullivan’s Island, about which he wrote one of his most celebrated stories.

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THERE IS A GHOST HAUNTING AMERICA. ...By Philip Van Doren Stern There is a ghost haunting America-a forlorn ghost who wanders at night through the older sections of some of our Eastern seaboard cities. In Boston, long after the theatre crowds have gone home, his slight, dark figure may occasionally be seen in the vicinity of Washington and State Streets. There is an obscure print shop once stood is a print shop that is remembered only because it issued a thin little pamphlet of poetry which now brings the price of a country estate. It brought our ghost nothing-except disappointment, but then neither did any of his other books, for they were all unprofitable to their author. In Providence, where he met one of the emotional crises of his life, his black-cloaked form may sometimes be glimpsed under the Doris portico of the Athenaeum on College Hill. In New York, far uptown in Fordham, there is a tiny cottage much visited by sightseers during the day and by our errant ghost at night. Philadelphia, too, is one of his cities. There he haunts a small brick house near Spring Garden Street where roses once grew. In Baltimore (where his mortal remains are buried), his ghost frequents an unpretentious little house on Amity Street, for he dwelt in poverty nearly all his life, and most of his associations are with mean streets and small houses that could be rented cheaply. Only in Richmond did he ever know affluence and even then it was short-lived. The great house where he lived during his notes is gone, but his name is most remembered in that city. He returned there again and again, not to luxury but to river-front taverns and to rented rooms in shabby boarding-houses. In Charlottesville, the room he occupied in the West Range of the University of Virginia is still proudly pointed out, but he was unhappy during the short time he lived there, and he can hardly be expected to revisit it often. Charleston also knew him for a short while, especially the sea beach on Sullivan's Island, about which he wrote one of his most celebrated stories.

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THERE IS A GHOST HAUNTING AMERICA .......
By Philip of Van Doren By the Stern

There is a lost ghost a haunting America - a forlorn the who lost ghost wanders through the night loe AT OldEr of sections table of some of Our Eastern seaboard cities. In Boston, long after the theatre crowds have gone home, his slight, dark figure may occasionally be seen in the vicinity of Washington and State Streets. There an obscure print shop once stood - a print shop that is remembered only because it issued a thin little pamphlet of poetry which now brings the price of a country estate. It brought our ghost nothing - except disappointment , but then neither did any of his other books, for they were all unprofitable to their author.
In Providence, where he met one of the emotional crises of his life, his black - cloaked form may sometimes be glimpsed under the Doris portico of the Athenaeum on College Hill. In New York, far uptown in Fordham , there is a tiny cottage much visited by sightseers during the day and by our errant ghost at night. Philadelphia, too, is one of his cities. There he haunts a small brick house near Spring Garden Street where roses once grew. In Baltimore (where his mortal remains are buried) his ghost frequents an unpretentious little house on Amity Street, for he dwelt in poverty nearly all his life, and most of his associations are with mean streets and small houses that could be rented cheaply. Only in Richmond did he ever know affluence and even then it was short-lived. The great house where he lived during his adolescence is gone, but his name is well remembered in that city. He returned there again and again, not to luxury but to river-front taverns and to rented rooms in shabby boarding-houses. In Charlottesville, the room he occupied in the West Range of the University of Virginia is still proudly pointed out, but he was unhappy during the short time he lived there, and he can hardly be expected to revisit it often. Charleston also knew him for a short while , especially the sea beach on Sullivan's Island, about which he wrote one of his most celebrated stories.

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there is a ghost hauntlng america.......by philip van Doren sternthere is a ghost haunting america is a forlorn ghost who wanders... at night through the older sections of some of our eastern seaboard cities. in boston, long after the station house have gone home to another, dark figure it can be seen in the vicinity of washington and state streets. there is an obscure print shop once stood is a print shop that is considered only because it issued a thin little pamphlet of poetry which now brings the price of a country estate. it was a ghost, except for one, but then neither did any of his other books, for they were all unprofitable to their authors.in providence, where he met one of the emotional crises of his life, his black - cloaked form may sometimes be glimpsed under the doris portico of the athenaeum on college hill. in new york, far uptown in fordham, there is a small cottage much visited by sightseers during the day and by our errant ghost at night. philadelphia, too, is one of the cities. there is haunts a small brick house near spring garden street where roses once grew. in baltimore (where his mortal remains are buried), ghost frequents an unpretentious little house on amity street, for he dwelt in poverty nearly all his life, and most of his characters are with mean streets and small houses that could be rented on. only in richmond did he ever know affluence and even then it was short - lived. the great house where he lived during his adolescence is gone, but his name is well remembered in that city. he was there again and again, not to the sea, and to the river - room rented rooms in taverns and boarding - or not. in Charlottesville, the room he occupied in the west range of the university of virginia is still proudly pointed out, but he was up during the short time he lived there, and he can hardly be expected to revisit it often. with also knew him for a short while, especially the sea beach on sullivan's island, about which he wrote one of his most celebrated stories.