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The Lost Row, Roman Buetel Dec 2014

The Lost Row, Roman Buetel

Honors Projects

Set in 2032, The Lost Row chronicles the pre-dystopian city of Fostoria, where three citizens have taken it upon themselves to combat crime.

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Winged Victory, Annette Williams Jaffee Dec 2014

Winged Victory, Annette Williams Jaffee

Ontario Review

ANNETTE WILLIAMS JAFFEE of Princeton is currently completing a novel, Adult Education. "Winged Victory" is her first published story.

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The Counsellor, John Updike Dec 2014

The Counsellor, John Updike

Ontario Review

JOHN UPDIKE of Georgetown, Massachusetts is one of the most widely translated of contemporary American writers. His recent books are The Coup and Problems, and he is currently completing a New England novel.

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A Pure Soul, Carlos Fuentes Dec 2014

A Pure Soul, Carlos Fuentes

Ontario Review

CARLOS FUENTES, the distinguished Mexican writer, has published a number of books of fiction, the most recent being Distant Relations, a novel, and Burnt Water, short stories. He has taught at the University of Pennsylvania, Columbia, and Princeton.

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Volume 11, Issue 1: Full Issue Dec 2014

Volume 11, Issue 1: Full Issue

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The Playground Of The East, Jean Harlan Dec 2014

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

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War In My Lifetime, Jeanne Sutton Dec 2014

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.

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To Save Our Soles, Marjorie Phillips Dec 2014

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.

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Dust, Mary G. French Dec 2014

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 …

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Complex Wally, Mary Cory Dec 2014

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.

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Garden Of Eden, Ken Skelton Dec 2014

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.

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The Quaint And Romantic City, Josephine Haboush Dec 2014

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.

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Java's Last Night, Richard G. Finley Dec 2014

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.

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Her Majesty, Maxine Demlow Dec 2014

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.

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Kitchen Kingdom, June Ann Goodrich Dec 2014

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.

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Retrogression, Caroline Pressel Dec 2014

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.

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The Lighthouse, Max Owens Dec 2014

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.

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Winter Fairyland, Patty Moores Dec 2014

Winter Fairyland, Patty Moores

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No Military Autumn, Mary Cory Dec 2014

No Military Autumn, Mary Cory

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Rains Fall, Mary Cory Dec 2014

Rains Fall, Mary Cory

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To Be Or Not To Be, Betty Hawkins Dec 2014

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?

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Revelation In Discovery, Kitty Denbo Dec 2014

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.

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A Point Of View, Jean Pittenger Dec 2014

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.

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Epitome Of New York, Alan Markum Dec 2014

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!

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Poems, Joan Fuller Dec 2014

Poems, Joan Fuller

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Shadow Of A Cube, Janet Jarrett Dec 2014

Shadow Of A Cube, Janet Jarrett

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Geometry Of The Greek, Janet Jarrett Dec 2014

Geometry Of The Greek, Janet Jarrett

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Saturday Night Date, Mary Chappell Dec 2014

Saturday Night Date, Mary Chappell

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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 …

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D.M. Greer, Sportsman, Lucy Kaufman Dec 2014

D.M. Greer, Sportsman, Lucy Kaufman

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David McCawley Greer extended a tanned and exquisitely proportioned hand to the gleaming silver cigarette box and withdrew a cigarette with the casual facility for which he was so admired. Then to complete this remarkably adroit gesture he smiled a particularly disarming smile, with only the barest trace of a sneer in it, at Mrs. Celia Haven Morsell, who after countless endeavors had at last succeeded in engaging David in conversation and whom he intensely despised. The fortunate dowager, ecstatic at being so favored by such an enviable and esteemed young man, reciprocated with an expression which might also have …

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Yearning, Ione Colligan Dec 2014

Yearning, Ione Colligan

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