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Lady Of The Sky, Glenn H. Fisher

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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

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Afternoon Piece, Mary Alice Kessler

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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

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Maybe Tomorrow, C.P. Hopkins

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HARRY, I wish I had a typewriter. If I had one right here now, I'd sit down and write a story. No, I don't think it would be a short story. It'd be closer to a novel. Yes, I'm sure it would be a novel.

Swift, Allyn Wood

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He is a Swift,

Lichen alive;

Pine cone with legs

And a fleeting fire

"Great Guy", Richard J.O. Green

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The cold seeped through Officer Moriarity's greatcoat and numbed his body. Steam spiraled from his nostrils in dragonesque patterns, and the far reaches of the street light at the mouth of the alley fell upon him and ricocheted off his badge and buttons as he lumbered toward the street. With cold numbed fingers he tugged a ponderous watch from beneath his coat and paused to examine its scarred face beneath the light ... eleven-thirty, half-an-hour until call-in time.

What A Measley Shame!, David Craig

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I was five years old and my brother Bob was seven when the measles came to our house. I went to bed one night feeling puny and woke up the next morning with a countenance. as disfigured as a painting by Picasso. Bob came in my room before I had· seen myself and burst into sadistic laughter.

Behind The Curtain, William Osburn

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The two men emerged from the building housing the linguistic offices of the Paris Peace Conference. They hailed a cab, gave the driver the address of a superior hotel, and arranged themselves comfortably for the ride. The older man, a Nebraskan by birth and education, was one of the State Department's lesser officials who was able to speak Russian.

The Red Hibiscus, Jan Skinner

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MAYBE I remember it because it was my first cocktail party, but I don't think so. I was in a hurry to be classified as an adult - to live up to my size. So I was sort of grateful when Les asked mother to drag me along to his "Welcome-Home- Liz" party.

Crescendo, Mary Alice Kessler

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I heard a horn crunch on the air

And a piece of laughter whistled behind a building,

I Weep, George W. Coffin

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Why do I weep? Why do my tears well over the brim and splash in dark patches on my shirt? Let me tell you why I weep. Let me tell you why tears flood my eyes and shower on my breast.

Front Matter

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Volume 13, Issue 4: Full Issue

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Vignettes

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Parachute Jump, Eugene V. Ayers

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"Stand up and hook up," comes the order. An attempt to rise is thwarted by eighty pounds of equipment and the violent lurching of the ship.

Night In A Manufacturing District, John M. Satter

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Night in a manufacturing district offers impressions quite different from those one gets in the same location during the day. Darkness hides much of the detail of the surrounding buildings, and softens their sharp lines so that they melt into great mounds of blackness.

A Veteran's Philosophy Of Education, Robert B. Johnson

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The acquisition of an education, to the veteran, is more than a desire-it is a must! The veteran's opportunities for observation of society, perhaps more numerous than those of the non-veteran, enable him to instantly conclude: education is the foremost prerequisite to life.

Shamus, James W. Sullivan

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When I tried to explain Shamus to the "Girl of my Dreams," I succeeded only in picturing an amusing and drunken gangster. She seemed to think he was an "Undesirable Character," so I guess I unintentionally stressed the rougher side of the diamond.

A Vacation, William G. Spellman

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We were going to Hawaii for a rest. The doctor had said we needed a short vacation, but that was his idea, not ours.