owen Joyce was, at the time we speak of, upwards of eighty; and although his hair was white as snow, his cheek was ruddy, his white teeth were perfect, and his eye-like that of Moses-"was not dim."
"The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. II (of II)"
Charles James Lever
The same evil, according to R. D. owen, contributed to the fall of New Harmony; "there was not disinterested industry," he says, "there was not mutual confidence."
"Contemporary Socialism"
John Rae
Yes-get me a young, trained research man-and see if the owen people will lend us one of their best laboratory men.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford
