Books with title Everything but the Truth

Nothing But the Truth CHAPTER I—THE TEMERITY OF BOB “It can’t be done.” “Of course, it can.” “A man couldn’t survive the ordeal.” “Could do it myself.” The scene was the University Club. The talk spread over a good deal of space, as talk will when pink cocktails, or “green gardens in a glass” confront, or are in front of, the talkees. Dickie said it couldn’t be done and Bob said it was possible and that he could do it. He might not have felt such confidence had it not been for the verdant stimulation. He could have done anything just then, so why not this particular feat or stunt? And who was this temerarious one and what was he like? As an excellent specimen of a masculine young animal, genus homo, Bob Bennett was good to look on. Some of those young ladies who wave banners when young men strain their backs and their arms and their legs in the cause of learning, had, in the days of the not remote past, dubbed him, sub rosa, the “blue-eyed Apollo.” Some of the fellows not so euphemistically inclined had, however, during that same glorious period found frequent occasion to refer to him less classically, if more truthfully, as “that darn fool, Bob Bennett.” That was on account of a streak of wildness in him, for he was a free bold creature, was Bob. Conventional bars and gates chafed him. He may have looked like a “blue-eyed Apollo,” but his spirit had the wings of a wild goose, than which there are no faster birds—for a wild goose is the biplane of the empyrean.

Frederic Stewart Isham was born in Detroit, Michigan, on March 29th, 1865. He was a writer of short stories, novels and plays. He had written short stories for Harper's monthly and The Popular Magazine. Most of his novels were published by Bobbs Merrill and were illustrated by artists such as Max J Spero, Harrison Fisher, Herman Pfeifer and Ralph Lester. His novels were popular for the silver screen, Nothing But The Truth was made three times in English as well as three more times in 1931 with different sets of actors in Spanish, French and German. Frederic Stewart Isham died of pneumonia on September 6th 1922, in New York City, New York, USA at the age of 57.

The scene was the University Club. The talk spread over a good deal of space; as talk will when pink cocktails; or “green gardens in a glass” confront; or are in front of; the talkees. Dickie said it couldn’t be done and Bob said it was possible and that he could do it. He might not have felt such confidence had it not been for the verdant stimulation. He could have done anything just then; so why not this particular feat or stunt? and who was this temerarious one and what was he like?

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She put out her hand and Bob took it, looking into her eyes. Then—he never knew how it happened—he had her in his arms. Bang! bang! went Bob’s hammers below and they seemed to be competing with the beating of his heart. At length the girl stirred slightly. She was wonderful in her proud compliance to Bob’s somewhat chaotic and over-powering expression of his emotions. “I suffered, too, a little, perhaps,” she said.That nearly completed Bob’s undoing. “You! you!” he said, holding her from him and regarding her face eagerly, devouringly.“Yes,” the proud lips curled a little, “I haven’t really a heart of stone, you know.”Then Bob became chaotic once more for it was as if heaven had been hurled at him. He spoke burning words of truth and this time they did not get him into trouble. She drank them all in, too. Then he began to ask questions in that same chaotic manner. He was so masterful she had to answer.“Yes, yes,” she said, “of course, I do.”“When did it begin?”“A long, long time ago.”“You have loved me a long time?” he exulted and drew a deep breath. “A moment ago I was pondering on the problems of life and wondering what was the use of it all? Now—” He paused.“Now?” said the girl and her eyes were direct and clear. The love light in them—for it was that—shone as the light of stars.Bob threw out his arms. “Life is great,” he said.A moment they stood apart and looked at each other. “It can’t be,” said Bob. “It is too much to believe. I certainly must prove it once more.”

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"Nothing But the Truth" by Frederic Stewart Isham. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.

A young man, finding himself unexpectedly impecunious, attempts to improve his fortunes by wagering that he can speak nothing but the absolute truth for three weeks. He soon learns, however, that telling only the unvarnished truth can have surprising consequences. This 1914 novel of love, mystery, and misunderstandings, with amusing characters and plot twists, was adapted as a Broadway play in 1916, followed by six motion pictures: in 1920 and 1929; in 1931 separately in Spanish, French and German; and in 1941 starring Bob Hope and Paulette Goddard. Frederic S. Isham was a writer of short stories, novels and plays