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...letters from readers (mostly female), Editor McGinnis (a country boy who married a city girl) grants that there is a combination type, often selected by neither flinthearted nor slipshod methods. "She is the ordinary farm girl who takes her calf to the county fair and gets a blue ribbon, and goes to college, too, and dates her boy friend on the next farm. They go to dances together, and they eat hot dogs and drink Cokes at football games and, on some moonlight night in autumn, while parked for a spell in the lane, he pops the eternal question...
...nearly every page. A woman emerges from childbirth feeling "like a huge sea shell washed up by the highest wave, empty but still ringing from the tides." There are trees hung with grey moss "like . . . the wigs of old witches" and an old-fashioned store that is full of "ribbon, cloth and clean middle-aged ladies: dry goods, indeed." The shining words of this gifted writer often appear on obvious and outsized mountings. The last man on earth thinks things over; sometimes he's happy, sometimes he's blue (5,000 words). A little girl discovers that there...
...August 1948 laughed aside the protest with proud, tolerant smiles. Too much honor? For Roger Touchard, the champion marksman of two continents, the local boy who had made good? Too much? "Ah, tell me, Touchard," said one of the local dignitaries, "what would you say to a red ribbon in your coat, the Cross of the Legion of Honor? What would you say to that, eh?" Roger merely gasped...
...Britons still baited bulls, 28-month-old Jock waddled into the ring without so much as a brier scratch or the toothmark of an honest alley fight on his tough red-and-white hide. Bored, and too lazy to walk a step more than necessary, he took the blue ribbon among nonsporting breeds...
Bookmen all over the U.S. hope that Chicago's big Kroch store will show how bookselling can be kept alive and profitable. Papa Kroch, who got started in a store the size of a closet and once said that "a bookseller without a soul is but a ribbon clerk," is convinced that son Carl has the right idea: "It is a fairy tale that books will disappear. Books will remain and books will be read...