Dust,
2014
Butler University
Dust, Mary G. French
Manuscripts
It was August 21, 1936, in the days when Kansas was a part of our country known as the Dust Bowl. The sun shone down on a parched and thirsty earth. The lawn, which should have been a beautiful green velvet carpet, was instead an ugly brown expanse of dead grass whose roots had long ago given up the struggle to reach life-giving moisture. Where no vegetation grew, the ground was cracked and broken. The trees, prematurely brown, swayed lazily in a hot breeze which came drifting in from the west. Birds, mostly boisterous bluejays, friendly robins, twittering sparrows, and …
Complex Wally,
2014
Butler University
Complex Wally, Mary Cory
Manuscripts
I was told at lunch by one of my high school friends that Wally wanted to see me at two minutes after two on the second floor bridge. That was Wally all right, always doing something peculiar and very exact. I was on my way to the bridge at two, and as I rounded the corner of it, I saw that the "Remarkable" was already there. He was standing tall and gangly in front of the window looking down at the street and appearing in a rather desolate and serious mood.
Garden Of Eden,
2014
Butler University
Garden Of Eden, Ken Skelton
Manuscripts
The large wrought iron gates were thrown open to admit the throngs of people of which we were a part. Supporting the gates were square, Substantial looking red brick posts; winding back through the posts was a narrow macadam road, which was last among the beautiful slopes. On one side stretched row upon row of small, heavily laden apple trees. The coloring was so perfect and the spacing so uniform that it seemed like an.overdone picture.
The Quaint And Romantic City,
2014
Butler University
The Quaint And Romantic City, Josephine Haboush
Manuscripts
Ebony-skinned negroes bearing round baskets atop their kinky heads, easily balancing their loads of fruit and vegetables, make their way across the uneven stones of the old French quarter of New Orleans. Bright-hued sunbonnets, hiding the faces of dusky wearers, add color to this quaint scene.
Java's Last Night,
2014
Butler University
Java's Last Night, Richard G. Finley
Manuscripts
He might have been your neighbor, or your boyfriend, or just the fellow you see clattering along in a Model A Ford any place in the country where college boys take the gang home from football games. He might have been, but now he was no part of that former life.
Her Majesty,
2014
Butler University
Her Majesty, Maxine Demlow
Manuscripts
Zooming through the ever-changing, lofty clouds, a Lockheed Lightning Interceptor came into view, her wings outspread as a huge eagle. Queen of the airways, she seemed propelled by some forceful, hidden power, concealed from the human eye. The sun reflecting the drab olive green wings as the P-38 made a gliding left bank was startlingly blinding.
Kitchen Kingdom,
2014
Butler University
Kitchen Kingdom, June Ann Goodrich
Manuscripts
During the summer, the kitchen was the coolest and most cheerful place to find refuge from the summer heat. In the winter, it served as a sewing room, study and game room, as its old, iron stove was in great demand after the first frost.
Retrogression,
2014
Butler University
Retrogression, Caroline Pressel
Manuscripts
Suppose that you were suddenly to find yourself twenty-five miles from the nearest town in a cabin on Bay Talaunch in the Alabama forests. How would you manage in this modern day if you were that far from civilization? After having all of the conveniences of modern life as a part of one's heritage, it is a real art to be able to live happily and comfortably in such an environment.
The Lighthouse,
2014
Butler University
The Lighthouse, Max Owens
Manuscripts
Oh, the weak feeling I had in the pit of my stomach that first Sunday as my car came to a stop in front of Blue Lodge, a place I had rented for the purpose of a community church. Most of the dwellings in this section were given some sort of name; this one suggested the owner's name.
Winter Fairyland,
2014
Butler University
No Military Autumn,
2014
Butler University
Rains Fall,
2014
Butler University
To Be Or Not To Be,
2014
Butler University
To Be Or Not To Be, Betty Hawkins
Manuscripts
Personality-analysis tests fascinate me. T spend hours brooding over magazine pages entitled How Well do You Know Yourself? ... So You Think You're Smart? ... Do You Have a Sense of Humour? ... Are You Kind to Animals and Morons?
Revelation In Discovery,
2014
Butler University
Revelation In Discovery, Kitty Denbo
Manuscripts
The green and amber patches of grass stretch from the sedate black enameled fence which envelopes the front yard to the sturdy, but well-loved back yard fence. This wrought iron guardian is fancifully decorated with sprigs of greenery and a few red berries which impart to it just a touch of dignified color and give the passerby an impression of loftiness. For it is the sentinel which stands guard against all intruders who might trespass into the private domain of liquid green velvet expanse.
A Point Of View,
2014
Butler University
A Point Of View, Jean Pittenger
Manuscripts
For many years I had the distorted idea that a large back yard was a luxury to be desired since ours was comparatively small. I had gazed with envy at spacious, green lawns, edged with even, neatly trimmed hedges, with perhaps a row of rustling popular trees at one end, and carefully tended rock gardens at the other, rendering it a scene of symetry and color; yards with rose-covered trellises or graceful bird baths.
Epitome Of New York,
2014
Butler University
Epitome Of New York, Alan Markum
Manuscripts
Rushing, surging, tough - roaring, overfed, rough. Hard as steel. The cultural and financial seat of the world; the leading port of America; Noisy, moving, ever-changing. The greatest melting pot of the globe; the home of the common man. That's New York!
Poems,
2014
Butler University
Shadow Of A Cube,
2014
Butler University
Geometry Of The Greek,
2014
Butler University
Saturday Night Date,
2014
Butler University
Saturday Night Date, Mary Chappell
Manuscripts
She adjusted her hat and stuck in the pin which held it securely to the back of her head. He would arrive any minute now, and, she thought philosophically, whatever else she was, she was punctual. She admired herself in the mirror - a nicely proportioned figure in her little suit, good legs, and dark red hair that hung loosely beneath her black hat. Under her short veil her face was peach-colored and smiling. She whirled about playfully in front of the mirror. No wonder he was proud of her! It amused her to see him try not to smile …
