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The Banker, Doris Daley
The Banker, Doris Daley
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Sylvester scowled at the traffic light because it was detaining him for a valuable moment or two; even though he could have crossed safely, he waited because that is the law. When the light changed, he hurried 'across the street with others who had eight o'clock appointments with destiny, and, just as he did every morning, looked in all the smart shop windows.
The Spot Of Ink, Lucy Kaufman
The Spot Of Ink, Lucy Kaufman
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Looking away from his book, Peter stared at the hard hot brightness of the one Iighted lamp. He liked the yellow compact circle of light thrown from the unshaded bulb, for although it was adequate for reading, it was too small to illuminate the room. For a long time, almost it seemed, from the time of his first coherent thought, he had wanted to burst the bonds which chained him to the room. And each night he read to forget the soiled cracked wallpaper and the thick film of dust which smudged the window panes and slid along the edges …
"Saturday's Child Has Far To Go", Mary Elizabeth Black
"Saturday's Child Has Far To Go", Mary Elizabeth Black
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The courthouse square of our town is always crowded on summer Saturday nights. Cars are wedged neatly around the four sides of the square in every available parking place, the shops and groceries are ablaze with lights, and horns honk wildly as little children dash across the streets to join their friends in playing tag on the courthouse lawn. As one makes one's way through the crowd, women with bundles of all sizes and shapes and grocery bags with celery peeping out of the tops jostle one from all sides. Farmers dressed in faded overalls and toddlers licking ice cream …
Lucifer And The Light Lady, Joy Higdon
Lucifer And The Light Lady, Joy Higdon
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Lucifer was a very young lightning bug, but although he was very young, he knew his way around. All the lady lightning bugs were acquainted with Lucifer and they were fond of him.
An Afternoon, Mary Chappell
An Afternoon, Mary Chappell
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Now the cab was leaving the downtown area and was entering the residential district. I sat forward in my seat and looked out the window. Apparently this was not a fashionable neighborhood, but middle class and decaying. I had never been there before and looked at the big, dirty frame houses, old, stone churches with dead ivy clinging to them, and maples, bare of their leaves and dripping in the rain.
The Meetin', Robert Cornett
The Meetin', Robert Cornett
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The folks in the little meetin' house was beginnin' to git the sperrit. The meetin' was gain' along just like the Lord would want it to go. It was hot in that little one-room buildin' settin' there on the side of the mountain, but nobody cared about that. Fact is, folks had to be a little too warm to really git the sperrit.
Volume 11, Issue 1: Full Issue
The Playground Of The East, Jean Harlan
The Playground Of The East, Jean Harlan
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I lay down on the beach and looked dreamily away to where the deep blue of the sky blended to meet the blue-green of the ocean. The sun shone brightly on the golden sand about me while the brightly colored sea shells came and went with the ocean waves. The whole shore seemed secluded, but by noon it would be jammed with people bathing or basking in the sun. The shore would be a mass of red, yellow, blue, orange, green, and purple umbrellas
War In My Lifetime, Jeanne Sutton
War In My Lifetime, Jeanne Sutton
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The war has been going on for almost two years now. Think of it! Two years of the worry, heartache, tears, last-minute smiles, last-time kisses, letters, day and night news broadcasts, furlough dates, rationing, last-minute shoe rush - a million things which happen to a girl only in war time.
To Save Our Soles, Marjorie Phillips
To Save Our Soles, Marjorie Phillips
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Americans in 1943 are doing a number of things that we never did before and, in all probability, will never do again. The world is changing rapidly, adjusting itself to the necessities of a nation at war. We are beginning to feel, for the first time, the insidious fingers of the international conflict. There is a seriousness now behind the American smile, a strength, a realization of what this war means.
Dust, Mary G. French
Dust, Mary G. French
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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, Mary Cory
Complex Wally, Mary Cory
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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, Ken Skelton
Garden Of Eden, Ken Skelton
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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, Josephine Haboush
The Quaint And Romantic City, Josephine Haboush
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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, Richard G. Finley
Java's Last Night, Richard G. Finley
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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, Maxine Demlow
Her Majesty, Maxine Demlow
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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, June Ann Goodrich
Kitchen Kingdom, June Ann Goodrich
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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, Caroline Pressel
Retrogression, Caroline Pressel
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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, Max Owens
The Lighthouse, Max Owens
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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, Patty Moores
No Military Autumn, Mary Cory
Rains Fall, Mary Cory
To Be Or Not To Be, Betty Hawkins
To Be Or Not To Be, Betty Hawkins
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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, Kitty Denbo
Revelation In Discovery, Kitty Denbo
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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, Jean Pittenger
A Point Of View, Jean Pittenger
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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, Alan Markum
Epitome Of New York, Alan Markum
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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, Joan Fuller
Shadow Of A Cube, Janet Jarrett
Geometry Of The Greek, Janet Jarrett