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Combat, Jack Retherford

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The place was a small clearing in a forest in British Columbia. The contenders were two buck deer of about the same build, but one was younger than the other. The time was early morning, and the prize at stake was a herd of four does.

Marbles, Ione Colligan

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Jerry thought a moment. Then "I can't remember any memory verse from last Thunday. If I'm not absent any Thunday this quarter, will I get a bag of marbles?"

Trite, Alfred Brown

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"Everything is trite; nothing is new." Such is the expression of opinion I have heard in regard to all written and spoken thought - barring science. Who told that to me? Was it Miss Beuret? Have I heard it or read it from some other source? Never mind, the opinion probably is true.

The Sisters, Jeanne Gass

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"Kathy! Kathy! There's horses down there. Right down there by the river!" Pete came running, red pig-tails flying. Her old brown coat was slipping off one shoulder, her rolled stockings were drooping, and she was breathless with running and the excitement of her news. "There're right down there."

Two Poems, Mary Wiley

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Two poems: "Realism" and "Finale."

Favorites --- I Hate Them, Isadore Camhi

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It's a natural and very common prejudice, I think. Possibly you foster the same one. In me, however, it amounts to an obsession, a supreme dislike for -- favorites. It doesn't matter what kind of favorite it may be; a favorite book, a well-known actor, a famous food, a highly-touted athlete, or possibly even a favorite teacher. I'm against all of them -- before I know exactly why.

Aesthetic Pleasure, Betty Murnan

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Kitty looked skeptically at the tall soda glass in her left hand. It wasn't too shiny, so she dropped it into the dish water - not that she was particular - but sodas were her specialty. There was nothing she liked better than watching a soda bubble up in a tall glass. She took another glass from the shelf behind her, jerked just the right amount of chocolate syrup into it, tipped it sideways, and ran a thin, hard stream of carbonated water clear around the edge of the syrup until it bubbled nearly up to the rim of the …

Winter In The Forest, Dalecarlia, Anshelm Schultzberg

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Illustration by Anshelm Schultzberg courtesy of the John Herron Art Museum.

The Crest, Edward N. Redfield

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Illustration by Edward N. Redfield courtesy of the John Herron Art Museum.

Educating For Democracy, Fred W. Michel

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Education in a democracy must of necessity be of a type which will perpetuate that democracy. This being true, our problem automatically resolves itself into the discussion of three questions: What is education? What is democracy? What elements must be present in the ideal educational system which will further the democracy that nourishes it?

Question On A Street-Car, Jack Kilgore

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"What do tired-eyed people live for?

They seem to have no joy."

"They have their joys the same as we;

Be silent, little boy."

Prophecy, Joan Fuller

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It was in the days of the great wars when tyrants and despots were conquering the world and all peoples were ground into the earth. And it happened that signs and portents of disaster began to be apparent in all places. There were storms upon the sun and great spots, and on the earth explosions and eruptions of mountains and risings of the sea in great waves and many storms on sea and on land. And at that time prophets began to arise, Jews and Gentiles, old men and young, and women And they all began to prophesy the end …

Editorial

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Editorial from Manuscripts staff about the publication of Manuscripts and the declaration of war against Japan.

Front Matter

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Front matter includes: cover by Constance Forsyth, table of contents, and masthead.

Volume 79, Issue 1: Full Issue

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Full issue of the March 2014 issue of Manuscripts. Includes work by: Bob Barrick, Tommy O'Rourke, Earl Townsend, Cassidy Olson, Wesley Sexton, Ritz Davison, Ella Paul, Maggie Carey, Jillian Wanbaugh, Donald Bradley, and Katie Johnson.

Thumbnails, Katie Johnson

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The test group was comprised of thirty children chosen in infancy: all unwanted pregnancies that would have been wasted in public institutions far inferior to ours, without the extensive opportunities for education, for progress. The children required no mothers in our program. Had they ever wished to know their origins, they might have perused the metal file cabinet in which all of their files were kept, right down to the looping signatures of the women who had signed their lives to us. They never did; they were taught better, instructed that origins were of little consequence when compared with the …

Shadows, Donald Bradley

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Oh silent strength

dont vanish yet.

Reflection Of Fate, Ritz Davison

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Photograph of a reflection of a cemetery.

Written On A Wet Page., Tommy O'Rourke

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I could spell it out

in eyelashes but the invisible

boa constrictors that spring out

from your pupils

to strangle and decipher

every scribble are too busy shedding

their scales to sound out "delicate."

Reaching Lilly, Jillian Wanbaugh

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The trees were bare, twisting around themselves in a lifeless way. Some leaned, almost sagging with agony, while the rest remained erect, giving only the illusion of vigor. There were six of them; six black, dead trees forming a circle around her grave. Each wailed as the wind thrashed at their degenerate forms. Winter had eradicated autumn, mercilessly ravishing the land of all viability.

(No Title), Tommy O'Rourke

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Distilled crystals

in the fine print.

Roses, Maggie Carey

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Illustration of a woman with flower in her hair.

Meow, Maggie Carey

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Illustration of a woman in a hat and sunglasses wearing a cat shirt.

Inside Of Love, Maggie Carey

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Illustration of a woman in a blue shirt with bracelets.

Hat, Maggie Carey

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Illustration of a woman in a hat.

Antidepressants, Ella Paul

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Sometimes

I don't believe in anything

Escape To Tranquility, Ritz Davison

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Photograph of river and trees.

The Body Of Christ, Bob Barrick

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The scent of embalming fluid

from bearing the pall at my grandfather's funeral--

Meditation At The Bell Tower, Wesley Sexton

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This is one of those places that is supposed to be important. It is here so you can have a place to go (not so you can do anything there) but just because it is nice to have somewhere to go. More specifically, this place is a place for two people to go together, a place to spend a delightful springtime afternoon, a place to watch the sunset. In short, this is not a spot for the loner, looking for a quiet reprieve (although today I am that loner, and that is what I am doing); this spot is for …

Yellow, Cassidy Olson

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Magnified photograph by Cassidy Olson.