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...society divorcee wants a commitment and cuts Yank down as loveless when she gets none. The funny, lewd college girls only wants $50 a throw but dies in a car smashup. The local postmistress tries to seal, stamp and deliver Yank to herself, but he refuses. He stays loyal to the only thing he believes in-his talent. Then O'Hara delievers the famous left hook, Zena Gollum takes a bottle of sleeping pills and has the last word on Yank as a human being: "Dear Yank: thanks for nothing...
...Whitney Young's mother was not the first Negro postmistress in the U.S. Minnie M. Cox was appointed by President McKinley in 1896 to the office of postmistress at Indianola, Miss., county seat of Sunflower County. She held that post until 1903. I am her great-grandson...
...Postmistress Cox held office for seven years without serious trouble, but then, in a period of rising racial tensions in the South, resigned and left town after receiving threats from a group of local whiles. Whereupon President Teddy Roosevelt shut down the post office until Indianola guaranteed her safe return. Said T.R., in a letter to a friend at the time: "I will be conciliatory with the South up to a point; then I stop, and stop short, too." Indianola was equally adamant, and the tug of war went on until eventually Mrs. Cox herself refused to return under...
...minor national epic, illuminating many affecting portraits--allowing to share young Nancy Clutter's poignant diary: "Summer here. Forever I hope"; to witness the shock of her boyfriend's agony, by which an adolescent learns adult numbness; to be harassed by the posturing gruffness of Holcomb's postmistress: ". . . the sane thing to do is to shut up. You live until you die and it doesn't matter how you go--dead's dead": to appreciate Mr. Clutter's Midwest-pastoral dream: "an apple-scented Eden"; to wince before the senior Hickock's A History of My Boy's Life submitted...
...himself in the life of the community. With his light, lisping voice and his blue Jaguar, he looked out of place in that flat corner of the Middle West, but he made friends easily. "He was just as quick as any man afoot," says Mrs. Myrtle Clare, a onetime postmistress, who figures briefly in his story. "Just like a flash of lightning, he was here, there, everywhere." The result of all Capote's footwork is a report, "In Cold Blood," now being serialized by The New Yorker. In January, it will be published in book form by Random House...