The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 92,Oplag 8Herrick & Noyes, 1927 |
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Side 256
... weak and sick whenever the thought of it re- turned to her . How could they sit there and slander Charlie , feel- ing the way they did about him ? For over a year she had been going with these girls , sharing with them all her ...
... weak and sick whenever the thought of it re- turned to her . How could they sit there and slander Charlie , feel- ing the way they did about him ? For over a year she had been going with these girls , sharing with them all her ...
Side 259
... weak . So she would go about her work , wondering how she could ever get through the day . One night when the cherry season had just come to an end , when the extra pickers had all departed and there remained only the task of putting up ...
... weak . So she would go about her work , wondering how she could ever get through the day . One night when the cherry season had just come to an end , when the extra pickers had all departed and there remained only the task of putting up ...
Side 261
... weak thing after all with his arm lying there so stealthily against hers . She could almost feel the shame and ... weaker than I am . ' . " She felt like a child when he first discovers that the darkness is not some evil spirit ...
... weak thing after all with his arm lying there so stealthily against hers . She could almost feel the shame and ... weaker than I am . ' . " She felt like a child when he first discovers that the darkness is not some evil spirit ...
Side 273
... weak and dizzy . When I got back to my room , I took off my coat and lay on my face on the bed . I was sick . Things like that sort of get you when you're a kid , you know , especially if you're a boob like I am . DWIGHT MACDONALD 3 Of ...
... weak and dizzy . When I got back to my room , I took off my coat and lay on my face on the bed . I was sick . Things like that sort of get you when you're a kid , you know , especially if you're a boob like I am . DWIGHT MACDONALD 3 Of ...
Side 274
... the bone . No bar nor chime nor gargoyle Nor a saint with flaming sword Could keep the Tinsel Flowers From the altar of the Lord . You The Weak would have me become of steel And 274 [ No. 821 Yale Literary Magazine . Two Poems TOM PRIDEAUX.
... the bone . No bar nor chime nor gargoyle Nor a saint with flaming sword Could keep the Tinsel Flowers From the altar of the Lord . You The Weak would have me become of steel And 274 [ No. 821 Yale Literary Magazine . Two Poems TOM PRIDEAUX.
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appreciate artist asked Babbitt beautiful began to feel believe boob boys cards CHAPEL STREET Charlie Frazer Charlie's all right cherries cherry-pitter cold color confidence Contemporary Writers crowd dark deck despise door DWIGHT MACDONALD Elmer Gantry Esther decided Esther's mind extra pickers eyes face fell felt free verse friends gargoyle Golf grass grew guess hair hand head heard heart Helen Brady high school house party husband ice cream Illyria imagination Karl and Alice kiss knew laughing light looked Main Street Martin Mencken mood neck never nigger night orange dress organist Paul Philippa phonograph played pleasure poetry pretty rain seemed Sinclair Lewis sitting slowly smile soft sort Soul Spalding sure sustained art talking tell Tennis things thought town girls Tragic Fancy trying turned Twelfth Night voice walked wanted watched WILDER HOBSON wished woman wondered
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Side 268 - The story is beautifully designed, and it moves with the inevitability of a fugue. It is packed with observation, all fresh, all shrewd, all sound. There is gargantuan humor in it, and there is also something not far from moving drama. It is American from the first low cackle of the prologue to the last gigantic obscenity — as American as goose-stepping or the mean admiration of mean things.
Side 274 - The saint at every window Was a sentinel in arms. They might have checked the water Which can seep through any stone, Or held at bay the mildew Which will permeate the bone.
Side 254 - She was shocked and her hands trembled so that she could hardly manage the plates. "How could they act this way?