Night Town, Lost Time,
2015
Butler University
"Noon Edition",
2015
Butler University
"Noon Edition", Richard J.O. Greene
Manuscripts
NANNY Martin sprawled against the corner of the building and stared directly into the brilliance of the street light. He felt like crying - the champagne had made him feel like crying, and the little gold statue in his hand made him feel like crying.
Sanctuary,
2015
Butler University
Sanctuary, Rosemary Ronsheim
Manuscripts
HAVING wished for a moment that the pink heat behind the isingless door would him instead of burning the sales of his shoes, the boy jumped to his feet. He had pressed hard against the short, iron skirt of the round stove and the burning leather vias scorching. At the same time, Mr. Dorty had called "Sixty." Mr. Dorty was night operator for the District Telegraph Company, and the boy was "Number 60 of the DTC." The operator instructed him to go to "325" for a message. No time was lost in putting on a coat, since this was an …
Jesu Maria 1960,
2015
Butler University
Jesu Maria 1960, Allyn Wood
Manuscripts
The massive bell, resting on the rug in their living-room amid its travelling - wrappings, was much larger than they had expected. The girl and her mother felt their cottage grow smaller like a rock surrounded by rising tide. They were not inclined to discuss the bell in its presence, lest their minds turn on them with salty and even rude criticism from the inanimate thing's point of view; but they noticed for the first time how poor was the view from their windows, which did not look to sea. It was a great iron bell, with rust scoured thin …
Front Matter,
2015
Butler University
Volume 14, Issue 1: Full Issue,
2015
Butler University
The Last Word,
2015
Butler University
The Departure, The Vital Storm,
2015
Butler University
Lady,
2015
Butler University
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,
2015
Butler University
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,
2015
Butler University
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,
2015
Butler University
On Solitude,
2015
Butler University
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,
2015
Butler University
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,
2015
Butler University
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,
2015
Butler University
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,
2015
Butler University
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,
2015
Butler University
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,
2015
Butler University
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,
2015
Butler University
