January 1, 1949
Bright and Morning
The young man’s pleasurable reaction to the little green and white city was only slightly diminished by a hangover, it wasn’t such a heavy hangover and after all the town […]
January 1, 1949
A Man of Caliber
On summer nights, the window open, he could lie there and hear the hum of the wires, or the click when the semaphore changed from red to green. Then he […]
October 1, 1948
The World’s Fair
All that afternoon Francis knew that part of Dinah wanted to be rid of him, to be swiftly busy with her own affairs. She was short in her speech when […]
October 1, 1948
Give Her Roses
“Give her roses,” said the dream, “and everything will be all right.” But nothing was all right, nor ever will be again, and still the remedy recurs, “Give her roses, […]
July 1, 1948
Our School
(For Jean) GROUP I (Ages 6-8) The butcher came at an unusual time, to slaughter and dress a calf. The teacher of the youngest group was unwarned, and they were […]
April 1, 1948
Two Scenarios for Ballet
1. The True Story of the Boy Who Cried Wolf I see him just at the moment when his last shouts—wolf! wolf!—roll away among the hills while no answering cry […]
April 1, 1948
If a Man Die
His name was Georg Petroneitis. He had not been born in 1899 when his father and mother sailed from Danzig to the United States, where they docked at Ellis Island, […]
April 1, 1948
The Shared Bed
There was nothing romantic about Paris when I first saw it in 1938. It was on an early March morning, chilly and gray, and I felt as tired and hungry […]
January 1, 1948
The Vault
We never drove out to the old City Graveyard except to Memorial Day Exercises. It was down by the river on the edge of town where the niggers lived and […]
January 1, 1948
Three Fables
I. Fable From Vantage Now there was this road zigzagging through country hot as hell—all coulees and rimrock and not enough grass to pasture sheep—and there were three travelers on […]
October 1, 1947
The Party
1. The Internal Question The party is said to be in its thirtieth year—but this is only a manner of speaking, a manner of reckoning, rather, which few people take […]
July 1, 1947
Roses Are Red
Miss Stanbury sat at her desk in the back of the primary room of Junction City school almost as she had sat at this time of the morning for the […]