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...first victim was a 38-year-old Negro woman named Evergreen Flowers. Forty or 50 Klansmen stormed her house one night, chased her husband away, shot up the place with a hundred bullets, gagged the woman with her slip, tied her legs with plow lines and beat her with sticks and gun butts. Just why she was flogged was not clear. Klansmen said vaguely that she had been "running around with white men." Others were flogged for not attending church regularly, cursing near women, drinking too much...
...Advocate's story contest has added a great deal to the issue. Two of three stories which won prizes are well-written and entertaining. My only argument with the Advocate in its choosing Joyce Leonard's Hand to the plow and Donald Stewart's Dennis Gray for the first two awards is a disagreement in the order of preference. I think that Stewart's is the better story...
Hand to the plow, which won the first prize, boasts a very clear, almost slick style. This macabre story of a subtle murder, emblemished with crisp dialogue and painstaking detail, seems like a strange marriage of Edgar Allen Poe and Hamlin Garlin. Miss Leonard has constructed her slice of horror carefully and correctly, slipping the stilleto in exactly the right place at the right time. Although this is a cool, professional job, it does not have the strength of personal involvement that the Stewart story...
...been Big Steel's legal eagle, a vice president, and President Benjamin Fairless' right-hand for years, Blough had a passion for anonymity. But last week, as Chairman Irving Olds retired at 65 and President Fairless took on his job as well, Blough (rhymes with plow) emerged as the heir apparent to what has traditionally been Big Steel's biggest job. He took over the long-vacant vice-chairmanship of the company...
...snowplow on the activities of local policemen and their minions. At the first signs of snow the minions are out with their tow trucks. "Snow Removal," they mutter, as they yank your car off to their garage, looking nervously over their shoulders for the snout of the all-devouring plow looming up behind a drift. They might as well be looking for a Sno-Go. The tow trucks come and go, but still squatting in the rectangular grimy mounds where the cars have been is the snow, a little sullied but determined to stick out the winter...