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Question On A Street-Car, Jack Kilgore

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"What do tired-eyed people live for?

They seem to have no joy."

"They have their joys the same as we;

Be silent, little boy."

Prophecy, Joan Fuller

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It was in the days of the great wars when tyrants and despots were conquering the world and all peoples were ground into the earth. And it happened that signs and portents of disaster began to be apparent in all places. There were storms upon the sun and great spots, and on the earth explosions and eruptions of mountains and risings of the sea in great waves and many storms on sea and on land. And at that time prophets began to arise, Jews and Gentiles, old men and young, and women And they all began to prophesy the end …

Editorial

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Editorial from Manuscripts staff about the publication of Manuscripts and the declaration of war against Japan.

Front Matter

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Front matter includes: cover by Constance Forsyth, table of contents, and masthead.

Volume 79, Issue 1: Full Issue

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Full issue of the March 2014 issue of Manuscripts. Includes work by: Bob Barrick, Tommy O'Rourke, Earl Townsend, Cassidy Olson, Wesley Sexton, Ritz Davison, Ella Paul, Maggie Carey, Jillian Wanbaugh, Donald Bradley, and Katie Johnson.

Thumbnails, Katie Johnson

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The test group was comprised of thirty children chosen in infancy: all unwanted pregnancies that would have been wasted in public institutions far inferior to ours, without the extensive opportunities for education, for progress. The children required no mothers in our program. Had they ever wished to know their origins, they might have perused the metal file cabinet in which all of their files were kept, right down to the looping signatures of the women who had signed their lives to us. They never did; they were taught better, instructed that origins were of little consequence when compared with the …

Shadows, Donald Bradley

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Oh silent strength

dont vanish yet.

Reflection Of Fate, Ritz Davison

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Photograph of a reflection of a cemetery.

Written On A Wet Page., Tommy O'Rourke

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I could spell it out

in eyelashes but the invisible

boa constrictors that spring out

from your pupils

to strangle and decipher

every scribble are too busy shedding

their scales to sound out "delicate."

Reaching Lilly, Jillian Wanbaugh

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The trees were bare, twisting around themselves in a lifeless way. Some leaned, almost sagging with agony, while the rest remained erect, giving only the illusion of vigor. There were six of them; six black, dead trees forming a circle around her grave. Each wailed as the wind thrashed at their degenerate forms. Winter had eradicated autumn, mercilessly ravishing the land of all viability.

(No Title), Tommy O'Rourke

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Distilled crystals

in the fine print.

Roses, Maggie Carey

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Illustration of a woman with flower in her hair.

Meow, Maggie Carey

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Illustration of a woman in a hat and sunglasses wearing a cat shirt.

Inside Of Love, Maggie Carey

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Illustration of a woman in a blue shirt with bracelets.

Hat, Maggie Carey

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Illustration of a woman in a hat.

Antidepressants, Ella Paul

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Sometimes

I don't believe in anything

Escape To Tranquility, Ritz Davison

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Photograph of river and trees.

The Body Of Christ, Bob Barrick

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The scent of embalming fluid

from bearing the pall at my grandfather's funeral--

Meditation At The Bell Tower, Wesley Sexton

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This is one of those places that is supposed to be important. It is here so you can have a place to go (not so you can do anything there) but just because it is nice to have somewhere to go. More specifically, this place is a place for two people to go together, a place to spend a delightful springtime afternoon, a place to watch the sunset. In short, this is not a spot for the loner, looking for a quiet reprieve (although today I am that loner, and that is what I am doing); this spot is for …

Yellow, Cassidy Olson

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Magnified photograph by Cassidy Olson.

She's Much More Than Cool, Earl Townsend

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Mussolini's in the parking garage eating Fettuccini Alfredo.

I'm in a museum eating squirrel from Philadelphia.

Sometimes I take a shower with nothing else to do.

Carmelia, Tommy O'Rourke

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Carmelia constantly confused the little hairs on her knuckles for tiny fuses leading to the bottle rocket of her soul. She burnt her fingers bald and even singed some skin into rust blotches with the extra-large matchsticks she used to light her Lucky Strikes. Her fingers were always fiddling with the rosary dangling around her neck, which she constructed in the 7th grade using nothing but speaker wire and cigarette butts, both stolen from her father, like her grey-violet eyes. As she danced, her pupils dilated. The booming music. The record player pushed its needle into to vinyl to make …

4 Tricks To Make Her Orgasm- Askmen, Bob Barrick

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Her shoulder, white like a page.

Her sex; her words.

Front Matter

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Front matter includes: front and back covers, table of contents, and masthead.

Volume 4, Issue 2: Full Issue

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Full issue of the January 1937 issue of Manuscripts. Includes work by Wayne Hill, Margaret Pierson, Elizabeth Messick, Margaret Kendall, Mary Burrin, Grace Ferguson, Betty Richart, Charles Aufderheide, Dorothy Steinmeier, Mars B. Ferrell, Cathryn Smith, Ruth Marie Hamill, Phillipa Schreiber, Robert Ayers, Marguerite Ellis, Wilbur Elliot, Margaret Parrish, William Steinmetz, Glenn White, Jack Howard, Richard Joyce, Anne Horne, Dave Craycraft, Charles Hostetter, Ralph W. Morgan, Louise Ryman, Norman Bicking, Dorothy Schilling, Mildred Barnhill, and Marion Swann.

The Hill Church, Marion Swann

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Approaching the main traveled road, we turned a corner and saw, over the hill, the white shiningness of the country church. It nestled cosily in a slight hollow, gleaming brightly against the somber background of a cemetery so old that the whiteness and blackness of polished stones had merged into a general greenness, highlighted by two or three new white stones.

My Three Years In Europe, Mildred Barnhill

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Life on an ocean liner is a lot of fun as one becomes initiated into the many devices for whiling away the idle hours. After being at sea for four or five days, seeing nothing but the broad expanse of water, it is very thrilling to sight another vessel. Warning that land will soon be seen is first given by the sea gulls, flying out sometimes great distances from the shore. The first land seen is the Scilly Islands, then the amazing chalk cliffs of southwestern England.

Dill Pickles, Dorothy Schilling

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What completes a delectable vision of swiss cheese on rye? What relish is most popular on a wiener-roast? What is the complement for potato salad on a luncheon plate? What is a picnic without dill pickles? There is your answer -- dill pickles. The majority of vigorous, healthy people have a tendency to reach for a pickle. One seldom stops to credit the warty little green vegetable with its due rights.

Pittsburgh -- Slightly Wet, Norman Bicking

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Pittsburgh's Great Flood of 1936 was the most perfectly staged catastrophe it has been my misfortune to witness. Only one being could have been capable of such a deed, and that being none other than Old Mother Nature herself. She planned it, and provided the characters.

Mistake By Noah, Louise Ryman

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It might have changed history -- but it didn't.

Noah was happy. A home-loving body was Noah, content with his lot. He had his wife, and he had his pigs. He had his garden an a house full of in-laws.