Illustration Commons^™

Front Matter

Manuscripts

No abstract provided.

Mdocs Publication-2015-02-11, Latin American Films To Be Featured In Skidmore Series, Anonymous Anonymous

MDOCS Publications

"Latin American Films to be featured in Skidmore Series"

The Saratogian

February 11, 2015

Author:

Mdocs Newsletter-2015-02-06, 1.7, Jordana Dym, Maggie Clark

MDOCS Publications

No abstract provided.

Volume 14, Issue 1: Full Issue

Manuscripts

No abstract provided.

The Last Word, The Editor

Manuscripts

No abstract provided.

The Departure, The Vital Storm, Frances King

Manuscripts

No abstract provided.

Lady, Jack Averitt

Manuscripts

In a little mound of dirt about two miles south of Kwanghan, China, lies the remains of the best friend the 425th Bombardment Squadron ever had. Her name was "Lady" - a name that was symbolic of her character, a name that became synonymous with luck in the only heavy bomber outfit in China.

Futility, Anonymous Author

Manuscripts

We stood in bread lines. We slept on "trustee" mattresses, drank "trustee" powdered milk, ate "trustee" canned corn--beef, wore "trustee" shoes and clothing, lived in "trustee" houses, burned "trustee" coal. We existed. We are today's young men and women. We were yesterday's children. We carry the scorch of the depression. Our parents knew what they were fighting. We knew only what we heard in the muted conversations of our parents, the look on our father's face when he came home from tramping the streets all day looking for a job or just sitting on the Court House steps.

A Country Rhapsody, Beverly Mussawir

Manuscripts

The water was so clear that I could see the bottom at the deepest point. Bright shafts of sunlight shone through the branches of the trees and pierced through the water to the bottom where they glistened on the brightly-colored pebbles, transforming them into shining jewels.

My Room Is Mirrors, Jack Wilkins

Manuscripts

No abstract provided.

On Solitude, William T. Edwards

Manuscripts

In the early months of World War II, I had occasion to spend six months on the construction of a refinery in the northern reaches of the Yukon Territory. Because of the inaccessibility of the location, men hired to build the refinery were flown in by airplane. A more remote spot is not to be found on the North American continent than this particular region. The entire Yukon boasts of only two small towns, Whitehorse and Dawson- cities that came into being during the gold rush of 1898. The only other points of human habitation are a small number of …

How I Got My Name, Andrew Sutton White

Manuscripts

During the last days of slavery, my grandfather was a child on a plantation in Mississippi. He, being the son of a favorite household servant, was given the privilege of studying with the master's children under an efficient tutor. Gratefulness for this opportunity and eagerness to learn caused him to advance rapidly.

Secret, Lester C. Nagley Jr.

Manuscripts

For weeks we have been sitting here in this position. The camouflage nets have been draped over each vehicle, looking like a nightmare out of the Arabian Nights, for weeks now. Everything has a harried, slovenly look, but maybe it's because this is a "secret" position. When we were ordered up here, it was under the heaviest cloak of secrecy. All identification was removed from the trucks, each man was inspected for any signs of which outfit he belonged to; they went through our clothing for addresses or cards. This was big, we had been told. We were to cross …

I Have A Rendezvous, George C. Tyler

Manuscripts

There was no light in the compartment, unless you want to count a dim red night lamp at the base of a bulkhead as light. For a moment the red glare confused him, but when he rolled over, a carbine butt struck his forehead and he knew exactly where he was.

Going Home, Anne Morgan

Manuscripts

We retired early, although sleep seemed a waste of time as we were so anxious to start, but rest was needed for the long day ahead. When the soft gray violet light of dawn peeped out of the East, we scrambled out of bed. The first faint call of the redbird floated through the window, and the song of the neighborhood oriole seemed sweeter than ever, because we were so happy. The rest of the world was hushed. It was for the moment ours and ours alone.

Leaf By Leaf, Wendell D. Phillips

Manuscripts

A Tree in Autumn is a lovely sight. One tree alone can concentrate the beauty of a whole woodland, leaf by leaf and branch by branch, as one flower can give the essence of a whole garden.

Lady Of The Sky, Glenn H. Fisher

Manuscripts

THERE among the sunlit spaces you came to have a talk with me. I saw you first standing on a sunbeam with your head thrown back and your hair streaming in the wind. On tiptoe you were--laughing--and your laughter was a harmony to the wild, strange music of the sky. How lovely you were--Iike an angel who had showered in the goldust of the sun.

Let's Call Them Glimpses, C.P. Hopkins

Manuscripts

No abstract provided.

Afternoon Piece, Mary Alice Kessler

Manuscripts

I sat down in the gray and green chair

And crossed my legs with retrospect,

The stem of the shining creme de menthe glass

Quivered between his long white fingers.

Doors, Edna Hinton

Manuscripts

No abstract provided.