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This Sandwich Has No Mayonnaise
Esquire XXIV, October 1945, pages 54-56, 147-149
I AM INSIDE THE TRUCK, too, sitting on the protection strap, trying to keep
out of the crazy Georgia rain, waiting for the lieutenant from Special
Services, waiting to get tough. I’m scheduled to get tough any minute now.
There are thirty-four men in this here veehickle, and only thirty are supposed
to go to the dance. Four must go. I plan to knife the first four men on my
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The Stranger
Collier's CXVI, December 1 1945, pages 18, 77
THE maid at the apartment door was young and snippy and she had a part-time
look about her. “Who’d ya wanna see?” she asked the young man hostilely.
The young man said, “Mrs. Polk.” He had told her four times over the
squawky house phone whom he wanted to see.
He should have come on a day when there wouldn’t be any idiots to answer
house phones and doors. He should have come on a day when he didn’t feel like
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I'm Crazy
Collier's CXVI, December 22 1945, pages 36, 48, 51
IT WAS about eight o’clock at night, and dark, and raining, and freezing, and
the wind was noisy the way it is in spooky movies on the night the old slob
with the will gets murdered. I stood by the cannon on the top of Thomsen Hill,
freezing to death, watching the big south windows of the gym—shining big and
bright and dumb, like the windows of a gymnasium, and nothing else (but maybe
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Slight Rebellion Off Madison
The New Yorker 22, December 1946, 76-79 or 82-86
ON vacation from Pencey Preparatory School for Boys (“An Instructor for Every
Ten Students”), Holden Morrisey Caulfield usually wore his chesterfield and a
hat with a cutting edge at the “V” in the crown. While riding in Fifth
Avenue buses, girls who knew Holden often thought they saw him walking past
Saks’ or Altman’s or Lord & Taylor’s, but it was usually somebody else.
This year, Holden’s Christmas va |
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A Young Girl In 1941 With No Waist At All
Mademoiselle 25, May 1947, pages 222-223, 292-302
The young man in the seat behind Barbara at the jai alai games had leaned
forward finally and asked if she were ill and if she would like to be escorted
back to the ship. Barbara had looked up at him, had looked at his looks, and
said yes, she thought, she would, thank you, that she did have kind of a
headache, and that it certainly was awfully nice of him. Then they had stood
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The Inverted Forest
Cosmopolitan, December 1947, pages 73-109
The following diary extract is dated December 31, 1917. It was written in
Shoreview, Long Island, by a little girl named Corinne von Nordhoffen.
She was the daughter of Sarah Keyes Montross von Nordhoffen, the Montross
Orthopedic Appliances heiress, who had committed suicide in 1915, and Baron
Otho von Nordhoffen, who was still alive, or at least, under his gray mask of
expatriation, was still breathing. Corinne entered |
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A Girl I Knew
Good Housekeeping 126, Feb 1948, pages 37, 186-196
Originally to be titled Wien, Wien
AT the end of my freshman year of college, back in 1936, I flunked five out of
five subjects. Flunking three out of five would have made me eligible to
report for an invitation to attend some other college in the fall. But men in
this three-out-of-five category sometimes had to wait outside the Dean’s
office as long as two hours. Men in my group—some of whom had big dates in
New Yor |
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Blue Melody
Cosmopolitan, September 1948, pages 50-51, 112-119
A saga of Lida Louise who sang the blues as they have never been sung before
or since
In mid-winter of 1944 I was given a lift in the back of an overcrowded GI
truck, going from Luxembourg City to the front at Halzhoffen, Germany—a
distance of four flat tires, three (reported) cases of frozen feet, and at
least one case of incipient pneumonia.
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A Perfect Day for Bananafish
The New Yorker, January 31, 1948, pages 21-25
THERE WERE ninety-seven New York advertising men in the hotel, and, the way
they were monopolizing the long-distance lines, the girl in 507 had to wait
from noon till almost two-thirty to get her call through. She used the time,
though. She read an article in a women's pocket-size magazine, called "Sex Is
Fun-or Hell." She washed her comb and brush. She took the spot out of the
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Uncle Wiggily in Connecticut
The New Yorker, March 20, 1948, pages 30-36
IT WAS ALMOST THREE O'CLOCK when Mary Jane finally found Eloise's house. She
explained to Eloise, who had come out to the driveway to meet her, that
everything had been absolutely perfect, that she had remembered the way
exactly, until she had turned off the Merrick Parkway. Eloise said, "Merritt
Parkway, baby," and reminded Mary Jane that she had found the house twice
before, but Mary Jane just wailed someth |
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Just Before the War with the Eskimos
The New Yorker, June 5, 1948, pages 37-40, 42, 44, 46
FIVE STRAIGHT SATURDAY MORNINGS, Ginnie Mannox had played tennis at the East
Side Courts with Selena Graff, a classmate at Miss Basehoar's. Ginnie openly
considered Selena the biggest drip at Miss Basehoar's--a school ostensibly
abounding with fair-sized drips--but at the same time she had never known
anyone like Selena for bringing fresh cans of tennis balls. Selena's father
made them or so |
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The Laughing Man
The New Yorker, March 19, 1949, pages 27-32
IN 1928, when I was nine, I belonged, with maximum esprit de corps, to an
organization known as the Comanche Club. Every schoolday afternoon at three
o'clock, twenty-five of us Comanches were picked up by our Chief outside the
boys' exit of P. S. 165, on 109th Street near Amsterdam Avenue. We then pushed
and punched our way into the Chief's reconverted commercial bus, and he drove
us (according to his financial arrangeme |
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Down at the Dinghy
Harpers CXCVIII, April, 1949, pages 87-91
IT was a little after four o'clock on an Indian Summer afternoon. Some fifteen
or twenty times since noon, Sandra, the maid, had come away from the
lake-front window in the kitchen with her mouth set tight. This time as she
came away, she absently untied and re-tied her apron strings, taking up what
little slack her enormous waistline allowed. Then she went back to the enamel
table and lowered her freshly uniformed body |
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For Esmé - with Love and Squalor
The New Yorker, April 8, 1950, pages 28-36
JUST RECENTLY, by air mail, I received an invitation to a wedding that will
take place in England on April 18th. It happens to be a wedding I'd give a lot
to be able to get to, and when the invitation first arrived, I thought it
might just be possible for me to make the trip abroad, by plane, expenses be
hanged. However, I've since discussed the matter rather extensively with my
wife, a breathtakingly leve |
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Pretty Mouth and Green my Eyes
The New Yorker, July 14, 1951, pages 20-24
WHEN the phone rang, the gray-haired man asked the girl, with quite some
little deference, if she would rather for any reason he didn't answer it. The
girl heard him as if from a distance, and turned her face toward him, one
eye--on the side of the light--closed tight, her open eye very, however
disingenuously, large, and so blue as to appear almost violet. The grayhaired
man asked her to hurry up, and she r |
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De Daumier-Smith's Blue Period
World Review XXXIX, May, 1952, pages 33-48
IF IT MADE any real sense--and it doesn't even begin to--I think I might be
inclined to dedicate this account, for whatever it's worth, especially if it's
the least bit ribald in parts, to the memory of my late, ribald stepfather,
Robert Agadganian, Jr. Bobby--as everyone, even I, called him--died in 1947,
surely with a few regrets, but without a single gripe, of thrombosis. He was
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Teddy
The New Yorker, January 31, 1953, pages 26-34, 36, 38, 40-41, 44-45
I'LL EXQUISITE DAY you, buddy, if you don't get down off that bag this minute.
And I mean it," Mr. McArdle said. He was speaking from the inside twin
bed--the bed farther away from the porthole. Viciously, with more of a whimper
than a sigh, he foot-pushed his top sheet clear of his ankles, as though any
kind of coverlet was suddenly too much for his sunburned, debilitated-looking
body to bear. He was lying |
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Franny
The New Yorker, January 29, 1955, pages 24-32, 35-36, 38, 40, 42-43
THOUGH brilliantly sunny, Saturday morning was overcoat weather again, not
just topcoat weather, as it had been all week and as everyone had hoped it
would stay for the big weekend-- the weekend of the Yale game. Of the
twenty-some young men who were waiting at the station for their dates to
arrive on the ten-fifty-two, no more than six or seven were out on the cold,
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Zooey
The New Yorker, May 4, 1957, pages 32-42, 44, 47-48, 50, 52, 54, 57-59, 62,
64, 67-68, 70, 73-74, 76-78, 80-82, 87-90, 92-96, 99-102, 105-106, 108-112,
115-122, 125-139
THE facts at hand presumably speak for themselves, but a trifle more vulgarly,
I suspect, than facts even usually do. As a counterbalance, then, we begin
with that everfresh and exciting odium: the author's formal introduction. The
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Hapworth 16, 1924
The New Yorker, June 19, 1965, pages 32-113
SOME comment in advance, as plain and bare as I can make it: My name, first,
is Buddy Glass, and for a good many years of my life—very possibly, all
forty-six—I have felt myself installed, elaborately wired, and, occasionally,
plugged in, for the purpose of shedding some light on the short, reticulate
life and times of my late, eldest brother, Seymour Glass, who died, committed
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