The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 92,Oplag 8Herrick & Noyes, 1927 |
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... field and wood and water seemed to be wakeful and to be bravely chanting . And there was no note of discordance among them for Esther herself had never been more ecstaic . In her mind there was no thought of Charlie or herself , no ...
... field and wood and water seemed to be wakeful and to be bravely chanting . And there was no note of discordance among them for Esther herself had never been more ecstaic . In her mind there was no thought of Charlie or herself , no ...
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... field of love ; the solemn , scented groves of Pan . Philippa was sleeping just a few doors away down the hall . Dared he say his Philippa ? During the next two days he strategetically conducted himself so that he might dare anything ...
... field of love ; the solemn , scented groves of Pan . Philippa was sleeping just a few doors away down the hall . Dared he say his Philippa ? During the next two days he strategetically conducted himself so that he might dare anything ...
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American 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 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?