by Edna Ferber
Before she tried to be a good woman she had been a very bad woman–so bad that she could trail her wonderful apparel up and down Main Street, from the Elm Tree Bakery to the railroad tracks, … Read the rest
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Un Morso doo Pang
by Edna Ferber
When you are twenty you do not patronize sunsets unless you are unhappy, in love, or both. Tessie Golden was both. Six months ago a sunset had wrung from her only a casual tribute, such as: “My! … Read the rest
What She Wore
by Edna Ferber
Somewhere in your story you must pause to describe your heroine’s costume. It is a ticklish task. The average reader likes his heroine well dressed. He is not satisfied with knowing that she looked like a tall, … Read the rest
Where the Car Turns at 18th
by Edna Ferber
This will be a homing pigeon story. Though I send it ever so far–though its destination be the office of a home-and-fireside magazine or one of the kind with a French story in the back, it will … Read the rest
The Maternal Feminine
by Edna Ferber
Called upon to describe Aunt Sophy, you would have to coin a term or fall back on the dictionary definition of a spinster. “An unmarried woman,” states that worthy work, baldly, “especially when no longer young.” That, … Read the rest
A Bush League Hero
by Edna Ferber
This is not a baseball story. The grandstand does not rise as one man and shout itself hoarse with joy. There isn’t a three-bagger in the entire three thousand words, and nobody is carried home on the … Read the rest
Farmer in the Dell
by Edna Ferber
Old Ben Westerveld was taking it easy. Every muscle taut, every nerve tense, his keen eyes vainly straining to pierce the blackness of the stuffy room–there lay Ben Westerveld in bed, taking it easy. And it was … Read the rest
Long Distance
by Edna Ferber
Chet Ball was painting a wooden chicken yellow. The wooden chicken was mounted on a six-by-twelve board. The board was mounted on four tiny wheels. The whole would eventually be pulled on a string guided by the … Read the rest
Maymeys from Cuba
by Edna Ferber
There is nothing new in this. It has all been done before. But tell me, what is new? Does the aspiring and perspiring summer vaudeville artist flatter himself that his stuff is going big? Then does the … Read the rest
One of the Old Girls
by Edna Ferber
All of those ladies who end their conversation with you by wearily suggesting that you go down to the basement to find what you seek, do not receive a meager seven dollars a week as a reward … Read the rest