Add to ORKGJoe Thomas spears at a chunk of boiled carrot on his plate. The carrot skids sideways, caroms off the slice of liver and bounces off the plate into his lap..
You\u27d better set the table, Diane; the steak is almost done. Mom turned each sizzling T-bone, it...
The sixth hour of hogs was rolling by me. Men were working on hogs all around me. The single track t...
I T WAS a-typical evening from all appearances. No casual observer passing by would have noticed any...
Buck knelt in the dust and sliced a carrot into a half-gallon can. He held the carrot with the stump...
Alfred Turner sat hunched over his plate, transferring food to his mouth in a steady, unbroken strea...
PERSALES BOUNDED down the steps from the squad room two at a time. As he charged into the hall by th...
I had been standing in the line for over four hours before I could see what was happening in front o...
S T. PETERS, the boarding school outside Sidney, where my folks had sent rar. stood in a very provin...
WE LOADED your trays as you hurried by, a thousand men an hour, and we could see you, day by day, be...
Hey, Charlie, Mac called to me, Get those big black legs of yours movin\u27 and get on over here. ...
THE grill was filled with the clatter and hurry of the four o\u27clock rush. People called back and ...
The smell of fried bacon still hung in the air as John finished clearing off the table. He threw a f...
THE DIM evening light, fighting its way through the dusty pane, is almost lost in the drab, boxlike ...
JOHN saw Mike sitting there in the lobby waiting. He had never seen Mike in anything but greasy over...
Program is for the play by Moss Hart and George S. Kaufman. Mr. Whiteside, a witty radio celebrity, ...
You\u27d better set the table, Diane; the steak is almost done. Mom turned each sizzling T-bone, it...
The sixth hour of hogs was rolling by me. Men were working on hogs all around me. The single track t...
I T WAS a-typical evening from all appearances. No casual observer passing by would have noticed any...
Buck knelt in the dust and sliced a carrot into a half-gallon can. He held the carrot with the stump...
Alfred Turner sat hunched over his plate, transferring food to his mouth in a steady, unbroken strea...
PERSALES BOUNDED down the steps from the squad room two at a time. As he charged into the hall by th...
I had been standing in the line for over four hours before I could see what was happening in front o...
S T. PETERS, the boarding school outside Sidney, where my folks had sent rar. stood in a very provin...
WE LOADED your trays as you hurried by, a thousand men an hour, and we could see you, day by day, be...
Hey, Charlie, Mac called to me, Get those big black legs of yours movin\u27 and get on over here. ...
THE grill was filled with the clatter and hurry of the four o\u27clock rush. People called back and ...
The smell of fried bacon still hung in the air as John finished clearing off the table. He threw a f...
THE DIM evening light, fighting its way through the dusty pane, is almost lost in the drab, boxlike ...
JOHN saw Mike sitting there in the lobby waiting. He had never seen Mike in anything but greasy over...
Program is for the play by Moss Hart and George S. Kaufman. Mr. Whiteside, a witty radio celebrity, ...
You\u27d better set the table, Diane; the steak is almost done. Mom turned each sizzling T-bone, it...
The sixth hour of hogs was rolling by me. Men were working on hogs all around me. The single track t...
I T WAS a-typical evening from all appearances. No casual observer passing by would have noticed any...