by George Stewart MAIN STREET BOYHOOD. By George Stewart.—In contrast with the boyhoods of those whose parents remained in the East—of those who are growing up now in a planned economy—this article presents a lively, rugged interest. The author, now minister of the First Presbyterian Church in Stamford, Connecticut, summers in Harrisville, N. H. OUR […]
by Kenneth Brown Mr. Brown, well known for his novels of Virginia and Africa, is of long New England ancestry. His present home in Dublin, N. H., built by Thomas Wentworth Higginson, was occupied by Senator Beveridge when the latter was writing his Life of John Marshall. RECENTLY I sat between Gertrude Stein and Alice […]
by Michael H. James Off in the meddows where lies a hay stack, Comes a rugged old man to his weathered shack. Wears a black sock on one foot, gray on the other, Bares a milk pail in one hand, stool in tother. “Well blow me down”, he mutters away, Me keow hain’t give but […]
by Frederika James The moonlight falls on hill and plain— The moonlight falls on me: The moon brings madness to the brain, But the mad are only those who see No yesterdays . . . nor days to be. Plant your beans when moons are bright, And you have beans to sell; But painted posts […]
by Henry Davis Nadig New England elders never worry About December’s snowy flurry. Prophets of all varieties, They never cater to or please With sage prognostications of The whims of things that hang above. Rather the Yankee sits alone Beneath the winter monotone, Content to save his comments till The New Year shines upon the […]
by Sewell Ford SCENE *The interior of a log cabin. A door is open at back centre. At Right is seen a crude stone fireplace with log mantle, crane, bake oven, etc. In front of fireplace a spinning wheel and stool. Near that a rough table and half-log bench. At Left a four-post bed. A […]
by Oliver Jenkins IT IS ELECTION day. Samson awakes with a start and sits up in bed as though snapped by a spring. All at once he remembers that it is election day and he laughs thinking how strange it is that he can get out of bed in the morning as governor and maybe […]
by Eugenia Frothingham IT WAS “a great while since, a long, long time ago” that the sea flung a Christian saint upon the shore of an Italian island and the holy man turned himself to silver where he lay. In this precious and amazing condition he was found by natives, who built him a cathedral […]
by Gordon F .Tolman MASON GADD WAS a little man with stooped shoulders and a fringe of gray hair showing beneath his battered felt hat, and eyes of faded blue like the sky near the horizon on a cloudless winter day. He seemed even more diminutive than usual as he stood behind the huge red […]
TIME ENOUGH FOR many changes to take place has elapsed since the ordination of young Timothy Walker in a blockhouse in the wilderness. There, in 1730, the Reverend John Barnard of Andover, Massachusetts, who had come on horseback over the rough trail to the Plantation of Penny-Cook which he firmly believed to be the former […]
THE TAG ON THE little fellow’s basket there on our front cover has a note inside it. It reads like this, and it is a particular message just for you, your family, and your friends. Though man has the faculty of tradition, according to Walter Lippman, it is an uncertain one. “Oftener than not he has been unable […]
BOTH THE NAME and the purpose of Mr. Sagendorph’s new magazine, Yankee, have a strong appeal to me, personally and officially, and I am glad to say a word of welcome, in behalf of the state of New Hampshire, to this new arrival among us. May it live long and prosper and “grow up with […]
