The Notebooks of F. Scott Fitzgerald

(A) Anecdotes

1 Rene had never before searched for a colored man in the Negro residential quarter of an American city. As time passed, he had more and more a sense that he was pursuing a phantom; it began to shame him to ask the whereabouts of such ghostly, blatantly immaterial lodgings as the house of Aquilla’s brother.

2 But he came back because the herd (society) is all we have and we cannot stray without shortly finding that the wolves have to eat us too. He preached his special gospel to the herd. They (let us assume) liked it or half liked it. It worked.

3 Versailles fourth class (enlarge)

4 Story about Rose Marie’s husband (Geneva) and his sleeping upstairs instead of working.

5 Isn’t it too bad that the cow stepped on Eleanor’s pencil.

6 Eleanor and the shot gun.

7 B.D.’s first frightening experience.

8 Paris, Sept. 22nd, 1926.
Dear Charles:—I send you a copy of your wire as it came to me
Mrs. Hose Mattison
Happ Birdy From
Gunch and Me
Charles
These French!

9 Then there’s Emily. You know what happened to her; one night her husband came home and told her she was acting cold to him, but that he’d fix that up. So he built a bonfire under her bed, made up of shoes and things, and set fire to it. And if the leather hadn’t smelled so terrible she’d have been burned to death.

10 Mutiny in the army.

11 The drowning

12 Sgt. Este

13 The absent minded gentleman on the train started to get off at the wrong station. As he walked back to his seat he assumed a mirthless smile and said aloud as though he were talking to himself;
“I thought this was Great Neck.”
But he couldn’t smooth over his mistake—we all knew that he had made a fool of himself and looked upon him with distaste and contempt.

14 A man wrapped up some domestic rate in small blankets cut from an old carpet, lest they should spread germs. A few months after he had turned them loose he found young rats around the house with carpet patterns on their fur.
“How peculiar!” he exclaimed, “I didn’t suspect it would turn out that way when I wrapped up those rats.”
But it did.

15 Story of the ugly aunt in album
Jimmy the 95 pd. center
The girl who fell off the shelf

16 Once there was a whole lot of bird seed around the room because an author had adopted a chicken. It was impossible to explain to anyone just why he had adopted the chicken but still more impossible to know why he had bought the bird seed for the chicken. The chicken was later broiled and the bird seed thrown out, but the question of whether the man was an author or a lunatic was still unsolved in the minds of the hotel servants who had to deal with the situation. The hotel servants didn’t understand it. They didn’t understand how months later the author could write a story about it but they all bought the magazine.

17 A man in the next room started a fire. The fire burned all through the mattress. Maybe it would have been better if the fire had burned through him but it missed him by a few inches. The mattress was carried out with great ceremony.

18 …would become a literary man and wrote an imitation of Ivanhoe called Elavoe. (I guess I wasn’t alone in such phenomena for my daughter tells me about a composition of a friend at school concerning a certain Sir Tonsidor—who got his name, I gather, from some tonsilitis operation combined with some fragmentary memory of el toreadoro—I never heard any of the effusions about Sir Tonsidor but the name will stay with me forever. What did he look like? Would he break through doors with the facility of Mickey Mouse or were his tonsils always swollen?

19 Levan was a paralysis case. It was doubtful if he’d ever walk again. When he reached Lawrenceville he was placed on the team in the important position of Headguard, then considered the keystone post.
Few of these people will get to the Rose Bowl, but if they do, we’ll all be back of them. And few will be farther back than I will.

1781 Man who got radio by hooking ear phones to bed springs.

(B) Bright clippings

20 Snowladen evergreens will decorate the stairway and foyer leading to the ballroom, where a reproduction of the boat in which the Viking princes, at the invitation of the Russians, came to rule Russia in the ninth century, will be arranged against a mirrored background. Its huge golden sails will bear the imperial insignia, the double-headed eagle, and Joss Moss and his orchestra, in Russian garb will be seated in the craft.
Flags of old Russia will recall the imperial regime. The ancient Russian custom of welcoming guests will be invoked by six young Russian girls, in costume, who will serve to those arriving, at a table near the ballroom entrance, tiny squares of black bread dipped in salt and small tumblers of vodka.
Prince Alexis Obolensky will sing during the midnight supper in the oval restaurant and will present the Siberian Singers, a male ensemble on their first appearance in New York, in a selection of Russian folk songs. Several dance numbers will feature the entertainment.

21 “Blossom Time”—the greatest musical romance ever written. Cleveland: One of the best musical sows written in modern times.

22 “Men of Genius are great as certain ethereal Chemicals operating on the Mass of neutral intellect—but they have not any individuality, and determined Character.”——Keats.

23 Egyptian Proverb: The worst things:
To be in bed and sleep not,
To want for one who comes not,
To try to please and please not.

(C) Conversation and Things Overheard

24 “I’m having them all psychoanalyzed,” he said. “I got a guy down from Zurich, and he’s doing one a day. I never saw such a gloomy bunch of women; always bellyaching wherever I take ’em. A man I knew told me he had his wife psychoanalyzed and she was easier to be with afterward.”

25 “When I hear people bragging about their social position and who they are, and all that, I just sit back and laugh. Because I happen to be descended directly from Charlemagne. What do you think of that?” Josephine blushed for him.

26 “I like poetry and music better than anything in the world,” she said; “They’re wonderful.”
He believed her, knowing that she spoke of her liking for him.

27 “Yes, he has a position with the Dolleh Line, has a position with the Dolleh Line.”
“Sweetie, he just scratched and scratched and scratched all night. Scratched and scratched and—”

28 From the yard next door a small boy shouted mysteriously: “Who let that barrier through on me?”

29 “They claim you insulted one of the girls.”
“That’s nonsense, I only told her I’d like to bite her neck. I wish all you ladies had one neck so I could bite it all at once. I’m a glutton for ladies’ necks.”

30 Rosalind’s advice as to changing places with Zelda.

31 “Of course I’m afraid of horses. They try to bite me.”
“I’ve never met a horse—socially, that is—who didn’t try to bite me. They used to do it when I put the bridle on; then, when I gave up putting the bridle on, they began reaching their heads around trying to get at my calves.”
“When I went to Southampton, I was—thrown at him.”
“Thrown from a horse?”

32 “She’s really radiunt,” she said, “really radiunt.”

33 You meig me sick to my stomach.

34 S’Chris’ Watisis—a ship?

35 “Perfectly respectable girl but only been drinking that day. No matter how long she lives she’ll always know she’s killed somebody.”

36 “Well, isn’t it true? I told him how American education was terrible and you thought mine ought to be different.”
“Oh-h-h! And then to finish it off you slapped him?”
“Well, I thought the best thing was to be partly American and slap him.”

37 I think if one is V. W. M. you know (woman interrupts) Yes I know curious, amazing, extraordinary, what I mean I think are—I mean to say—preferred
I don’t know

38 “There’s no use looking at things, because you don’t like things,” remarked Raines, in answer to his polite interest.
“No,” said Charlie frankly, “I don’t.”
“You like only rhythms, with things marking the beats, and now your rhythm is broken.”

39 “You believe in something,” he said, after a long time.
“I don’t know yet what it is. You’re lucky to believe in something.”
“I believe in nothing.”
“Yes, you do. You believe that’s crouching in this room very near you now—something that you tried to do without and couldn’t do without. And now it’s gradually taking form again and you’re afraid.”
Charlie sprang to his feet, his mouth quivering. “No!” he cried. “I’m—I’m—”
“Sit down,” said Raines quietly. He looked at his watch.
“We have all night; it’s only eleven.”
Charlie gave a quick glance around and sat down, covering his face for a minute with his hands.

40 “What nice words,” she teased him. “If you keep on I’m going to throw myself under the wheels of the cab.”

41 “Call me Micky Mouse,” she said suddenly.
“Why?”
“I don’t know—it was fun when you called me Micky Mouse.”

42 “What do you think I ought to have?” Mary groaned.
“God what a mess! Did you pay that man for his hat?”

43 Mr. Melarky wants to see the villa because he’s here studying human nature.

44 Man on pier pronouncing dessert as desert.

45 I am willing to die with my boots on—I just want to be sure that they are my own boots and that they’re all the on.

46 “Showing off.”
“Well, then, so was Christ showing off.”

47 “Prowling the rattlers” = robbing freight cars

48 Beginning of a story “Incorrigible”
Father: Who do you admire?
Son: Andy Gump. Who do you think I admire— George Washington? Grow up!

49 With a piquant face and all the chic in the world. This is because I was educated in Paris and this in turn I owe to someone’s chance remark to Cousin Arietta that she had a nice big daughter who was only twenty-two or three at the time. It took three bromides to calm Cousin Arietta and I started for the Convent of the Sacree Coeur next day.

50 Somebody might have thought of bringing the jug of water ashore. If I don’t do anything it isn’t done in this house—I mean this family.

51 Kitty, if you write on that pillow with my lipstick

52 People’s homes—a lovely home

53 Have you a wadder closet?

54 “Am I right or wrong?” he asked the head waiter. The answer was obvious—he was right—gloriously and everlasttingly right. Interesting too.

55 “The French Riviera.”
“But surely not now,” objected Mrs. Woodle. “It’s—it’s closed.”
“How do you mean closed. We’re not going hunting.”

56 “I’m giving a dinner tonight, some very fine cultivated people. I want you to come. I sent a note to your cabin.”
“For God’s sake,” Lew groaned, “I don’t want to meet any people. I know some people.”

57 “Look me up in the Social Register”

58 Movie conversation about Anne of Austria

59 You hate people, don’t you?
Yes, and you do too.
I hate them like hell.
What are you going to do about it?
I don’t know. But not that anyhow. If I’m cold I’m not going to always use it to learn their secrets by finding them off guard and vulnerable. And I’m not going around saying I’m fond of people when I mean I’m so damned used to their reactions to my personal charm that I can’t do without it. Getting emptier and enptier. Love is shy. I thought from the first that no one who thought about it like you did ever had it.

60 “Or have you got an engagement with your drug-taking friend in Monte Carlo?”
He sat down and began putting on his shoes.
“I shouldn’t have told you that. I suppose you think he’ll convert me to the habit.”
“I certainly don’t think it’s a very profitable association.”
“Oh, yes it is. It’s not everybody who can get the dope habit from a prominent moving picture director. In fact, it’s begun already. At this very moment I’m full of dope. He started me on cocaine, and we’re working slowly up to heroin.”
“That isn’t really funny, Francis.”
“Excuse me. I was trying to be funny and I know you don’t like my way of being funny.”
She countered his growing bitterness by adopting a tone of calm patience.

61 In Virginia the Italian children say:
“Lincoln threw blacks out; now they’re back”
“The white people fit the Yankees”
“Yankees are white people” Statement.
“Not I ever hear tell of.” Ans.

62 I really loved him, but of course it wore out like a love affair. The fairies have spoiled all that.

63 “Just a couple of old drunks, just a couple of ol-l-ld circus clowns.”

64 SCRATCHING: “Any particular place?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“All over.”

65 Mr. So and So went on a spree and lost his position.

66 “Some people are just naturally uxorious—I love Katherine but if she died I’d marry again in a year—and I’d say that in front of her.”
“Not I,” Cass thought. “When I married Jill I didn’t want to and I had every reason not to. But afterwards I had eight perfect years—eight perfect years with never a night of going to sleep in anger and never a morning when we didn’t think first of each other.”
He tried the usual specifics for sorrow—endless work, an expedition into drink, almost everything except women. And he said aloud a few times without striving for effect “That’s over—my heart’s in the grave.”
Now when a man of thirty-four, successful and well-liked, with no extra flesh around his middle and no pink spot in his hair lets it be known that his affections are underground there are a certain number of women who will think “Maybe” and wonder.

67 I’m in a hurry
I’m in a hurry. I’m in a hurry
What are you in a hurry about?
I can’t explain I’m in a hurry

68 This is a tough girl and I’m taking her to tough place.

69 300 a day die in auto accidents in the U. S. A.

70 Man looking at aeroplane. “That’s one of them new gyropractors.”

71 Bijou, regarding her cigarette fingers:
“Oh, Trevah! Get me the pumice stone.”

72 His life was a sort of dream, as are most lives with the mainspring left out.

73 Suddenly her face resumed that expression which can only come from studying moving picture magazines over and over, and only described as one long blond wish toward something—a wish that you’d have a wedlock with the youth of Shirley Temple, the earning power of Clark Gable; the love of Clark Gable and the talent of Charles Laughton—and with a bright smile the girl was gone.

74 Feel wide awake—no but at least I feel born, which is more than I did the first time I woke up.

75 The cartoon cat licked the cartoon kitten and a girl behind me said, “Isn’t that sweet?”

76 In utter weariness he asked her once in different words, “Then where do you go from here—where do you turn?”
“Toward life,” she said “Toward life,” and turned toward him.

77 We can’t just let our worlds crash around us like a lot of dropped trays.

78 Q: What did he die of? A: He died of jus’ sheer die-ability.

79 Mother saying she went over to Baltimore “right after the funeral.”

80 “Hello, Sam.” When you were a good guest you knew the name of the servants, the smallest babies, and the oldest aunts. “Is Bonny in?”

81 “You’re now talking to Mr. Brugerol’s second. Anything you say will be used against you. My client demands an apology.”
“My client refuses to apoligize.”
“Well, my client says unless he gets an apology and a good one, he wants to kill your client.”
“Well, he’s got to catch him first.” We all laughed noiselessly; then with sudden compunction Francis added, “Is that old bloodhound serious about this?”

82 At Laundry Convention. First he vomited on my car, then he vomited on my dogs. Then I got the hose etc. Was I right?

83 That’s Mr. Woodles—he had a vurry, vurry low cephalic index.

84 “Oh, all we sickies used to smoke in Switzerland, sort of disinfectant don’t you know.”

85 I like writers. If you speak to a writer you often get an answer.

86 Woman says about husband that he keeps bringing whole great masses of dogs back from the pound

87 “We haven’t got any more gin,” he said. “Will you have a bromide?” he added hopefully.

88 A Beach. The nurses. Passing through a phrase, “Nothink, didn’t I, Mummy?”

89 “Our typical remark is a very doubtful. Well, I don’t know” (This was one of Seth’s un-American days.) “For the British it’s ’Extraordinary’—a stupefaction toward something not understood—but it disposed of, for their ends at least.”
“For the French i ’s ’Eh, voila!’ “ said Abe.
“Exactly. A point proved, an exposition made.”
This doesn’t sound real, but I’m sure that’s what we said—
I talk in a rather cracked bookish voice, for instance, with really quite well balanced sentences.

90 Long engagements, nothing to do but to marry or quarrel so I decided to quarrel.

91 I didn’t do it,” he said, using the scented “I”

92 They get thrown together so much. They have to kiss each other so much. That’s the danger of the stage. They get thrown together.

93 Remember you’re physically repulsive to me

94 By opposing to them a tensity such as a quarterback opposes to a big tackle coming down to take him out. All right—into this smaller compass between my muscle I will interpose a (something—look up) of tissue that will stand you—but something more, big boy, I will wear you out psychologically until you give me the game, until I fascinate you like whatever beasts of prey go in for fascination.

95 Just suppose you tried to put over a point by main strength. Look here, I’d take this fixture, this lamp, anything, and crack you with it.”

96 Learn young about hard work and good manners—and you’ll be through the whole dirty mess and nicely dead again before you know it.

97 Now it’s all as useless as repeating a dream.

98 The Caux Count’s Bricks.

99 “There seems to be some man named Jack that all the waiters want to see,” he remarked seriously.
“That means money.”
“Oh Jack means money. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes I see—jack.”

100 Will you be long in Naples? That sounds like Hugo’s All you want to know in German. Don’t you know the questions? Are all your rooms taken and is attendance included?
Do not shut the windows entirely.
We will finish up with black coffee cigars and liqueurs.
I always like that one.
I used one of those pamphlets once in Italy—confessed.

101 I’m going to break that stubborn stupid part of you that thinks that any American woman who has met Brancuse is automatically genius and entitled ever after to leave the dishes and walk around with her head in the clouds.

102 They read a couple of books and see a few pictures because they haven’t got anything else to do, and then they say they’re finer in grain than you are, and to prove it they take the bit in their teeth and tear off for a fare-you-well just about as sensitive as a fire horse.

103 You look to me like a very ordinary three piece suit

104 I still don’t understand why we’re not only the boat— why we’re on the rocking house.

105 “This here nigger’s my boy Hugo.”
“Your son!” The girl stared from one to the other in wild fascination.
“No, he’s my body-servant. I guess you’d call it. We call a nigger a boy down yonder.”

106 Man to Woman “You look as if you wanted excitement—is that true?”

107 Go and sleep with a cheap skate—go on—it’d do you good. It would take another little tuck in your soul and you’d fit better, be more comfortable.

108 I’m sore—I’m going home and read fine print.

109 Francis says he wants to go away and try his personality on a lot of new people.

110 He drew himself up with a dignified hiccup.
“That was before repeal,” he said, “I am now tryin to stand behind the President.”
“But you’re not standing behind the President,” objected Georgy, “You’re—teetering.”

111 “You went out of your way to make a preposterous attack on an old gentlewoman who had given you nothing but courtesy and consideration.”

112 “I have decided that the office cannot continue to hold both you and me. One of us must go—which shall it be?”
“Well, Mr. Wrackham, your name is painted on the doors—I suppose it would be simpler if you stayed.”

113 “My last husband was thrown from his horse. You must learn to ride.” He takes one look around uneasily for a horse..

114 “We throw in one of these flowers. You know how frails are—if a stone sails in they put up a yelp—if it’s a rose they think there’s the Prince of Wales at last.”

115 That one about the four girls named Meg who fall down the rabbit hole

116 He wants to make a goddess out of me and I want to be Mickey Mouse.

117 Sara’s remark “Can’t they get along with anybody?”

118 Third class passengers (Archie on boat)

119 No, there is no one here. Pay attention. No one I say, or if there is one like another. Pay attention.

120 “Everytime some debutante decides to dazzle the world there’s another flop due on Broadway.

121 Mr. Powell by a circular motion of his finger sped Hugo on the designated mission. Then he seated himself gingerly in a rocking-chair and began revolving his thatched straw hat rapidly in his hands.

122 “Yes mamn, if necessary. Look here, you take a girl and she goes into some cafe where she’s got no business to go. Well then her escort he gets a little too much to drink an’ he goes to sleep an’ then some other fella comes up and says ’Hello, sweet mamma’ or whatever one of those mashers says up here. What does she do? She can’t scream, on accout of no real lady’ll scream nowadays—no—she just reaches down in her pocket and slips her fingers into a pair of Powell’s defensive brassknuckles, debutante’s size, executes what I call the Scoeity Hook, and Wham! that big fella’s on his way to the cellar.

123 “Well—what—what’s the guitar for?” whispered the awed Amanthis. Do they have to knock somebody over with the guitar?”
“No, mamn! exclaimed Jim in horror. “No mamn. In my course no lady would be taught to raise a guitar against anybody. I teach ’em to play. Shucks! you ought to hear ’em. Why when I’ve given ’em two lessons you’d think some of ’em was colored.

124 “What are they doing?” whispered Amanthis to Jim.
“That there’s a course in southern accent. Lot of young men up here want to learn southern accent—so we teach it— Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Eastern Shore, Ole Virginian. Some of ’em even want straight nigger—for song purpose.’’

125 Why aren’t you at Captain’s table?

126 Dinah’s “you’ll spoil everything.”

127 Don’t you think you’re sort of hogging your son, Mrs. So and So?

128 “Nothing and nothing make nothing.”
“What was that Mrs. X said?”
“What was it you said, Mrs. X? Let us listen and next time we’ll hear her. She says priceless things. What was it you said, Mrs. X?”
“I said ’Nothing and nothing make nothing.’ “

129 To Bertram Russell:
“Well, for Christ’s sake, I’m not keeping you.”
“Thanks for your polite curses. I have nothing against you. In fact I etc. and had meant to etc. I do believe there is a certain class of Englishmen who profit by a good peck in my backside occasionally. And there is a certain section of my countrymen who take pleasure in giving it very much as to make it clear, it was once considered a good rag at Eton to kick physically the bottom of the current candidates for the kingdoms of Abysinnia and Spain.”
Your Lordship’s Most Obediant Servant

130 “Oh last month they had pictures of a lot of girls, only under mine it said that it was Miss Somebody Curtis from Philadelphia who was visiting in the city.” She groaned, “That was the last straw.”

131 Biggest laugh of the seasing.

132 Adjust my strap.

133 Hey, set still. Doan get so excited. You’d think you was the firs guy ever got boined.

134 Frances’ “Terribly Aryan looking”

135 Girl on train who said “So bigoted”

136 Bud Murray’s inferior complex.

137 Ogden and Jesus

138 The Bowes children: “I blame it on the door,” and “I didn’t push her—she didn’t break her leg—see, it’s on.”

139 “The time I fell off a closet shelf.
“You what?”
“I fell off a shelf—and he put it in the paper.”
“Well, what were you doing?”
“I just happened to be up on a shelf and I fell off.”
“Oh, don’t say it.”
“I’ve stopped giving any further explanations. Anyhow father said it was news.”

140 “I feel panicky, “she confessed. “Last Christmas I thought I was through with boys and then one night in May up at New Haven the orchestra kept playing Poor Butterfly over and over again and lots of them were in uniform already and they all got touching and romantic like they used to be. I began thinking suppose the war lasts five or ten years more and they all get killed. Every day I wait I’ll have less men to choose from—and if I wait till I fall in love again I’ll just wait forever.”

1786 “They’re two of us”
“Oh, there are? So that’s it. I noticed things were costing, and I thought I saw something, but I thought it was one of the work relief projects.”

1798 In Train. “Here’s where we’re going—” And then as they looked hastily out the window at a graveyard, “But not now”.

(D) Description of Things and Atmosphere

141 The wind shivered over the leaves, over the white casements—then as if it was beauty it could not stand, jumped out the window and climbed down from the cornice on the corner.
Then it came to ground. All that had happened was that green had blown through the wind and back and returned to settle on the same red walls, waving it forever after as a green flag, a heavy, ever bearded, ever un-shaven flag, like water when you drop a petal in it, like a woman’s dress and then the little trickles that wound about the casements—faint, somnescent and gone.
After that silence—the wind blowing the curtains. The cross child you had to scold. The moment had gone. The moment had come and existed for a minute. A lacy light played once more—a scherzo, no a new prelude to ever blooming, ever greening and he was sorry for what he had ever said or thought.
Once more the wind was dead. There was only one leaf flickering against the white casement. Perhaps there was someone back of it being happy.

142 The pleasant, ostentatious boulevard was lined at prosperous intervals with New England Colonial houses—without ship models in the hall. When the inhabitants moved out here the ship models had at last been given to the children. The next street was a complete exhibit of the Spanish-bungalow phase of West Coast architecture; while two streets over, the cylindrical windows and round towers of 1897— melancholy antiques which sheltered swamis, yogis, fortune tellers, dressmakers, dancing teachers, art academies and chiropractors—looked down now upon brisk busses and trolley cars. A little walk around the block could, if you were feeling old that day be a discouraging affair.
On the green flanks of the modern boulevard children, with their knees marked by the red stains of the mercurochrome era, played with toys with a purpose— beams that taught engineering, soldiers that taught manliness, and dolls that taught motherhood. When the dolls were so banged up that they stopped looking like real babies and began to look like dolls, the children developed affection for them. Everything in the vicinity—even the March sunlight—was new, fresh, hopeful and thin, as you would expect in a city that had tripled its population in fifteen years.

143 Days of this February were white and magical, the nights were starry and crystalline. The town lay under a cold glory.

144 Dyed Siberian horse.

145 As thin as a repeated dream.

146 The sea was coming up in little intimidating rushes.

147 The island floated, a boat becalmed, upon the almost perceptible curve of the world.

148 Lost in the immensity of surfaceless blue sky like air piled on air.

149 A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another—as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land. Lightening entered the sea far off and the air blew full of crackling thunder.
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150 The table cloths blew around the pillars. They blew and blew and blew. The flags twisted around the red chairs like live things, the banners were ragged, the corners of the tables tore off through the burbling, billowing ends of the cloths.] There was Pat O’Mara, his hands, adequate enough smoothing hair. Blow, banners, blow. You in ermine slow down you, slow, whip, no snap, only whip wind in the corners of the tables. Can I have a flower if they don’t want one.

151 On the great swell of the Blue Danube, the summer ball rocked into motion.

152 A circus ring for ponies in country houses.

153 The tense, sunny room seemed romantic to Becky, with its odor of esoteric gases, the faint perfumes of future knowledge, the low electric sizz in the glass cells.

154 A rambling frame structure that had been a residence in the 80’s, the country poorhouse in the 1900’s, and now was a residence again.

155 The groans of moribund plumbing.

156 The silvery “Hey!” of a telephone.

157 The curious juxtapositions made him feel the profound waves of change that had already washing this country—the desperate war that had rendered the plantation house absolete, the industrialization that had spoiled the easy-going life centuring around the old court house. And then the years yielding up eventually in the backwater those curious young products who were neither peasants, nor bourgeois, nor scamps, but a little of all three, gathered there in front of the store.

158 New York’s flashing, dynamic good looks, its tall man’s quick-step.

159 Afterward they would drive around until they found the center of the summer night and park there while the enchanted silence spread over them like leaves over the babes in the wood.

160 Stevedores appeared momentarily against the lighted hold of a barge and jerked quickly out of sight down an invisible incline.

161 Whining, tinkling hoochie-coochie show.

162 The first lights of the evening were springing into pale existence. The Ferris wheel, pricked out now in lights, revolved leisurely through the dusk; a few empty cars of the roller coaster rattled overhead.

163 Metropolitan days and nights that were tense as singing wires.

164 The late sun glinted on the Mississippi flats a mile away.

165 When the stars were bright enough to compete with the bright lamps.

166 The limousine crawled crackling down the pebbled drive.

167 Three frail dock lights glittered dimly upon innumerable fishing boats heaped like shells along the beach. Farther out in the water there were other lights where a fleet of slender yachts rode the tide with slow dignity, and farther still a full ripe moon made the water bosom into a polished dancing floor.

168 That stream of silver that waved like a wide strand of curly hair toward the moon.

169 The club lay in a little valley, almost roofed over by willows, and down through their black silhouettes, in irregular blobs and patches, dripped the light of a huge harvest moon. As they parked the car, Basil’s tune of tunes, Chinatown drifted from the windows and dissolved into its notes which thronged like elves through the glade.

170 Deep autumn had set in, with a crackling wind from the west.

171 Next door they were scrubbing a building upon a lit-up platform. It was fun to see it come out all bright and new.

172 The hotel we selected—The Hotel de la Morgue—was small and silent enough to suit even the most refined taste.

173 The droning of frogs in the Aislette Valley covered the sound of the bringing up of our artillery.

174 In the afternoon they came to a lake. It was a cup of a lake with lily pads for dregs and a smooth surface of green cream.

175 You can order it in four sizes; demi (half a litre), distingue (one litre), formidable (three litres), and catastrophe (five litres).

176 In the deep locker-room of the earth.

177 The rear wall was formed by a wide flag of water, falling from a seam in the rock ceiling, and afterwards draining into some lower level cave beyond.

178 SEEN IN A JUNK YARD
Dogs, chickens with few claws, brass fittings, T’s elbow, rust everywhere, bales of metal 1800 lbs., plumbing fixtures, bathtubs, sinks, water pumps, wheels, Fordson tractor, Acetylene lamps for tractors, sewing machine, bell on dingy, box of bolts, No. 1 van, stove, auto stuff (No. 2), army trucks, cast iron, body hot dog stand, dinky engines, sprockets like watch parts, hinge all taken apart on building side, motorcycle radiators, George on the high army truck.

179 Across the street from me in Hendersonville, N.C. is a movie sign, usually with a few bulbs out in the center. It reads tonight: The Crusades: the Flaming Passion of a Woman Torn Between Two Camps.
This is the right idea and to aid in the campaign to prove that a woman (not women mind you—that point is granted) is at the tiller in every storm, I submit the following suggestions to draw in the elder gadgets and their tokens.
Huckleberry Finn—how a girl changed the life of a Missouri boy.

180 A strip of straw, half-braided, that fell across another desk.

181 A region of those monotonous apartment rows that embody the true depths of the city—darkly mysterious at night, drab in the afternoon.

182 Memory of coming into Washington.

183 All of a sudden the room struck like a clock.

184 For a while the big liner, so sure and proud in the open sea, was shoved ignominously around by the tugs like a helpless old woman.

185 There were Roman legionaries with short, bright swords and helmets and shields shining with gilt, a conqueror in his chariot with six horses, and an entourage of sparkling, plumed Roman knights, captured Gauls in chains, Greeks in buskins and tunics of Ionian blue, black Egyptians in flashing desert reds with images of Isis and Osiris, a catapult and, in person Hannibal, Caesar, Rameses and Alexander.

186 The evening gem play of New York was already taking place outside the window. But as Charlie gazed at it, it seemd to him tawdry and theatrical, a great keeping up of appearances after the reality was gone. Each new tower was something erected in defiance of obvious and imminent disaster; each beam of light a final despairing attempt to pretend that all was well.
“But they had their time. For a while they represented a reality. These things are scarcely built; not a single generation saw them and passed away before we ceased to believe.”

187 The rhythm of the weekend with its birth, its planned gaieties and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.

188 The blurred world seen from a merry-go-round settled into place; the merry-go-round suddenly stopped.

189 The city’s quick metropolitan rhythm of love and birth and death that supplied dreams to the unimaginative, pageantry and drama to the drab.

190 Spring came sliding up the mountain in wedges and spear points of green.

191 Far out past the breakers he could survey the green-and-brown line of the Old Dominion with the pleasant impersonality of a porpoise. The burden of his wretched marriage fell away with the buoyant tumble of his body among the swells, and he would begin to move in a child’s dream of space. Sometimes remembered playmates of his youth swam with him; sometimes, with his two sons beside him, he seemed to be setting off along the bright pathway to the moon. Americans, he liked to say, should be born with fins, and perhaps they were—perhaps money was a form of fin. In England property begot a strong place sense, but Americans, restless and with shallow roots, needed fins and wings. There was even a recurrent idea in America about an education that would leave out history and the past, that should be a sort of equipment for aerial adventure, weighed down by none of the stowaways of inheritance or tradition.

192 The nineteen wild green eyes of a bus were coming up to them through the dark.

193 The mingling and contrast of the silver lines of car track and the gold of the lamps, the streams of light rippling on the old road and the lamps on the bridge, and then when the rain had stopped the shadows of the maple leaves on the picket fence.

194 The train gave out a gurgle and a forlorn burst of false noise, and with a clicking strain of couplers pulled forward a few hundred yards.

195 When the freight stopped next the stars were out, so sudden that Chris was dazzled. The train was on a rise. About three miles ahead he saw a cluster of lights fainter and more yellow than the stars, that he figured would be Dallas.

196 The music indoors was strange in the summer; it lay uneasily upon the pulsing heat, disturbed by the loud whir of the fans.

197 There were only the colleges and the country clubs. The parks were cheerless, without beer and mostly without music. They ended at the monkey house or at some imitation French vista. They were for children—for adults there was nothing.

198 A half-displayed packet of innocuous post cards warranted to be very dirty indeed.

199 Against the bar a group of ushers was being photographed, and the flash-light surged through the room in a stifling cloud.

200 In one corner of the ballroon an arrangement of screens like a moving-picture stage had been set up and photographers were taking official pictures of the bridal party. The bridal party, still as death and pale as wax under the bright lights, appeared, to the dancers circling the modulated semidarkness of the ballroom, like those jovial or sinister groups that one comes upon in The Old Mill at an amusement park.

201 She thought of electric fans in little restaurants with lobsters on ice in the windows, and of pearly signs glittering and revolving against the obscure, urban sky, the hot, dark sky. And pervading everything, a terribly strange, brooding mystery of roof tops and empty apartments, of white dresses in the paths of parks, and fingers for stars and faces instead of moons, and people with strange people scarcely knowing one another’s names.

202 Drawing away from the little valley, past pink pines and fresh, diamond-strewn snow.

203 A sound of clinking waiters.

204 The music started again. Under the trees the wooden floor was red in the sun.

205 Phonograph roared new German tangoes into the smoke and clatter.

206 Cannes in the season—he was filling the cafe, the light which blazed against the white poplar bark and green leaves with sprightlier motes of his own creation—he saw it vivid with dresses just down from Paris and giving off a sweet pungent odor of flowers and chartreuse and fresh black coffee and cigarettes, and mingled with these another scent, the mysterious thrilling scent of love. Hands touched jeweled hands over the white tables; the vivid gowns and the shirt fronts swayed together and matches were held, trembling a little, for slow lighting cigarettes.

207 Parts of New Jersay, as you know, are under water, and other parts are under continual surveillance by the authorities. But here and there lie patches of garden country dotted with old-fashioned frame mansions, which have wide shady porches and a red swing on the lawn. And perhaps, on the widest and shadiest of the porches there is even a hammock left over from the hammock days, stirring gently in a Victorian wind.

208 The battered hacks waiting at the station; the snow-covered campus, the big open fires in the club houses.

209 Not long after noon—he could tell by the thin shadow of the shutter.

210 Duty, Honor, Country, West Point—the faded banners on the chapel walls.

211 But while the crowd surged into the bright stadium like lava coming down a volcano from the craters of the runways.

212 No one has even seen Richerees, near Asheville because the windows fog with smoke just before you get there.

213 The — Hotel was planned to give rest and quiet to tired and overworked business men and overwrought and over societied women.

214 When opened up the fish smelled like a very stuffy room.

215 Trolley running on the crack of dawn

216 An old style flivver crushed the obliterated borders of the path.

217 It was a not at all the remodelled type of farmhouse favored by the wealthy, it was pristine. No wires, and one was sure no pipes led to it.

218 Occasionally two yellow disks would top a rise ahead of them and take shape as a late-returning automobile. Except for that they were alone in a continual rushing dark. The moon had gone down.

219 The decks were bright and restless, but bow and stern were in darkness so the boat had no more outline than an accidental cluster of stars. Francis took the trip one lonely evening.

220 One of those places they used to call somebody’s “Folly.” Already for a whole slew of people who weren’t there—hopeful little shops built into the hotel, some open and some closed.

221 There was rosy light still on that big mountain, the Pic de Something of the Dent de Something, because the world was round or for some such reason. Bundled up children were splattering in for tea as if the outdoors were tired of them and wanted to change its dress in quiet dignity. Down in the valley there were already bright windows and misty glows from the houses and hotels of the town.

222 The sun was already waving gold, green and white flags on the Wildstrubel.

223 Its familiar light and books and last night’s games always pushed just out of sight under something, the piano with last night’s songs still open on it.

224 A toiling sweating sun stoked the sky overhead.

225 Green jars and white magnolias

226 Clairmont Avenue

227 Shallows in the Lake of day

228 Colors at Oregon: gold, dark green, little white buoys on safety rope, background white figures, grey underpinnings—all seen thru foliage dark and light green.

229 Bird call: Weecha, weecha, weecha, weecha eat?

230 Suddenly the room rang like a diamond in all four corners.

231 Josephine picked them out presently below a fringe by their well-known feet—Travis de Coppet’s deft, dramatic feet; Ed Bement’s stern and uncompromising feet; the high, button shoes of some impossible girl.

232 He passed an apartment house that jolted his memory. It was on the outskirts of town, a pink horror built to represent something, somewhere, so cheaply and sketchily that whatever it copied the architect must have long since forgotten.

233 The two orchestras moaned in pergolas lit with fireflies, and many-colored spotlights swept the floor, touching a buffet where dark bottles gleamed.

234 Abruptly it became full summer. After the last April storm someone came along the street one night, blew up the trees like balloons, scattered bulbs and shrubs like confetti, opened a cage full of robins and, after a quick look around, signaled up the curtain upon a new backdrop of summer sky.

235 White chestnut blossoms slanted down across the tables and dropped impudently into the butter and the wine. Julia Ross ate a few with her bread.

236 The stench of cigars in small houses. (Remember it with old mill.)

237 Zelda’s worn places in yard and hammock.

238 The river flowed in a thin scarlet gleam between the public baths and the massed tracks upon the other side. Booming, whistling, far-away railroad sounds reached them from down there; the voices of children playing tennis in Prospect Park sailed frailly overhead.

239 God’s whitest whiskers dissolved before a roaring plane bound for Corsica.

240 The corpses of million blue fish.

241 Bryn Mawr coverlet.

242 Her face flushed with cold, etc. (more to this)

243 It was a crisp cold night with frost shooting along the grass.

244 the familiar, unforgotten atmosphere of many Negroes and voices pleading-calm and girls painted bright as savages to stand out against the tropical summer.

245 The Grand Duc had just begun its slow rattling gasp for life in the inertness of the weakest hour.

246 Out the window, the snow on the pine trees had gone lilac in the early dusk.

247 The lights of many battleships drifting like water jewels upon the dark Hudson.

248 We looked out at the port where the rocking masts of boats pointed at the multitudinous stars.

249 The wind searched the walls for old dust.

250 cluster of murky brown doors so alike that to be identified it seemed that hers must be counted off from abutting blackness of an alley.

251 listless disorder

252 on the sky-blue sky, the clouds low above the prairie, the grand canyonesque architecture of the cliffs, the cactus penguins extending conciliatory arms

253 the new trees, the new quivering life, the new shadows that designed new terrain on the old

254 The main room, for which no adequate name has yet been found in the Republic.

255 Hot Springs:
In a Spring vacation hotel the rain is bad news indeed. The hundred French windows of the great galleries led the eye out to ink-and-water pines snivelling listlessly on to raw brown tennis courts, to desolate hills against soiled white sky. There was “nothing to do” for hotel and resort were one and the same and no indoor activity was promised on the bulletin board until the concert of the Princeton Glee Club Easter Monday. Women who had come to breakfast in riding clothes rushed to the hairdresser instead; at eleven the tap-k’tap of ping-pong balls was the only sound of life in the enormous half empty hotel.
The girl was one of a pair in white skirts and yellow sweaters who walked down the long gallery after breakfast. Her face reflected the discontent of the weather, reflected darkly and resentfully. Looking at her Deforrest Colman thought: “Bored and fierce,” and then as his eyes continued to follow her, “No, proud and impatient. Not that either, but what a face—vitality and hand cuffs—where’s this getting me—liver and bacon, Damon and Pythias, Laurel and Hardy.

256 The German band started to play on deck but the sweeping majesty of the city made the march trivial and tinkling; after a moment it died away.

257 The gaunt scaffolding of Coney Island slid by.

258 Save for two Russian priests playing chess their party was alone in the smoking room.

259 Everybody in the room was hot. There was a faint flavor of starch on the air that leaked out to the lovely garden.

260 One of those huge spreading hotels of the capital, built to shelter politicians, retired officers suddenly discovering themselves (homeless, of ginless in their retirements, foreigners with axes to grind) without a native town, legation staffs, and women fascinated by one of the outer rings of officialdom— everyone could have their Congressman or Minister, if not their Senator or Ambassador—

261 The terrible way the train had seemed to foreshorten and hurry as it got into motion.

262 It was already eight o’clock when they drove off into a windy twilight. The sun had gone behind Naples, leaving a sky of pigeon’s blood and gold, and as they rounded the bay and climbed slowly toward Torredell Annunziata, the Mediterranean momentarily toasted the fading splendor in pink wine. Above them loomed Vesuvius and from its crater a small persistent fountain of smoke contributed darkness to the gathering night. “We ought to reach our destination about twleve,” said Nosby. No one answered. The city had disappeared behind a rise of ground and now they were alone, where the Maffia sprang out of rank human weeds and the Black Hand rose to throw its ominous shadow across two continents. There was something eerie in the sound of the wind over these gray mountains, crowned with decayed castles. Hallie suddenly shivered.

263 Motor boat like clock tick.

264 The sky that looks like smoke on Charles Street

265 Feeling at Francis Fox like cat-house.

266 Orange in Province

267 He heard them singing and looked down toward the lights. There was a trembling of the leaves before they passed.

268 Night at Fair—Eyes awakening.

269 March—The crepe myrtle was under corn stalks

270 “I’m glad I’m American,” she said. “Here in Italy I feel that everybody’s dead. Carthaginians and old Romans and Moorish pirates and medieval princes with poisoned rings—”
The solemn gloom of the countryside communicated itself to all of them.
The wind had come up stronger and was groaning through the dark-massed trees along the way.

271 White and inky night

272 A soft bell hummed midnight

273 In children’s books forests are sometimes made out of all-day suckers, boulders out of peppermints and rivers out of gently flowing, rippling molasses taffy. Such books are less fantastic than they sound for such localities exist, and one day a girl, herself little more than a child, sat dejected in the middle of one. It was all hers, she owned it; she owned Candy Town.

274 The red dusk was nearly gone but she had advanced into the last patch of it

275 Yellow and lavender filled her eyes, yellow for the sun through yellow shades and lavender for the quilt, swollen as a cloud and drifting in soft billows over the bed. Suddenly she remembered her appointment and uncovering her arms she squirmed into a violet negligee, flipped back her hair with a circular movement of her head and melted into the color of the room.

276 Lying awake in bed that night he listened endlessly to the long caravan of a circus moving through the street from one Paris fair to another. When the last van had rumbled out of hearing and the corners of the furniture was pastel blue with the dawn, he was still thinking.

277 The road was lined sparsely by a row of battered houses, some of them repainted a pale unhealthy blue and all of them repainted far back in large plots of shaggy and unkempt land.

278 It was a collapsed house, a retired house, set far back from the road and sunned and washed to the dull color of old wood.
One glance told him it was no longer a dwelling. The shutters that remained were closed tight, and from the tangled vines arose, as a single chord, a rich shrill sound of a hundred birds. John Jackson left the road and stalked across the yard knee-deep in abandoned grass.

279 Stifling as curtain dust

280 The pavements grew sloppier and the snow in the gutters melted into dirty sherbet.

281 The sea was dingy grey and swept with rain. Canvas sheltered all the open portions of the promenade deck, even the ping-pong table was wet.

282 It was the Europa—a moving island of light. It grew larger minute by minute, swelled into a harmonious fairyland with music from its deck and searchlights playing on its own length. Through field-glasses they could discern figures lining the rail and Evelyn spun out the personal history of a man who was pressing his own pants in a cabin. Charmed they watched its sure matchless speed.
“Oh, Daddy, buy me that!” Evelyn cried.

283 She climbed a network of steel, concrete and glass, walked under a high echoing dome and came out into New York.

284 hammock was of the particularly hideous yellow peculiar to hammocks.

285 adorned in front by an enormous but defunct motometer and behind by a mangy pennant bearing the legend “Tarleton, Ga.” In the dim past someone had begun to paint the hood yellow but unfortunately had been called away when but half through the task.

286 On all sides faintly irregular fields stretched away to a faintly irregular unpopulated horizon.

287 In the light of four strong pocket flash lights, borne by four sailors in spotless white, a gentleman was shaving himself, standing clad only in athletic underwear upon the sand. Before his eyes an irreproachable valet held a silver mirror which gave back the soapy reflection of his face. To right and left stood two additional menservants, one with a dinner coat and trousers hanging from his arm and the other bearing a white stiff shirt whose studs glistened in the glow of the electric lamps. There was not a sound except the dull scrape of the razoe along its wielder’s face and the intermittent groaning sound that blew in out of the sea.

288 But here beside the warm friendly rain that tumbled from his eaves onto the familiar lawn

289 Next morning, walking with Knowleton under starry frosted bushes in one of the bare gardens, she grew quite light-hearted.

290 “Ballroom,” for want of a better word. It was that room, filled by day with wicker furniture, which was always connotated in the phrase “Let’s go in and dance.” It was referred to as “inside” or “downstairs.” It was that nameless chamber wherein occur the principal transactions of all the country clubs in America.

291 They were there. The Cherbourg breakwater, a white stone snake, glittered along the sea at dawn; behind it red roofs and steeples and then small, neat hills traced with a warm orderly pattern of toy farms. “Do you like this French arrangement?” it seemed to say. “It’s considered very charming, but if you don’t agree just shift it about—set this road here, mis steeple there. It’s been done before, and it always comes out lovely in the end.”
It was Sunday morning, and Cherbourg was in flaring collars and high lace hats. Donkey carts and diminutive automobiles moved to the sound of incessant bells.

292 Those were the dog days. Out at the lake there was a thin green scum upon the water and in the city a last battering exhausting heat wave softened the asphalt till it retained the ghastly prints of human feet. In those days there was one auto for every 200 inhabitants so in the evening

293 A large but quick restaurant.

294 Aeolian or Wind-built Islands

295 They all went to the porch, where the children silhouetted themselves in silent balance on the railing and unrecognizable people called greeting as they passed along the dark dusty street.

296 The first lights of the evening were springing into pale existence

297 At three o’clock in the morning, grey broken old women scrub the floors of the great New York Hotels.

298 (Missed) re great flatness of American life when everything had the same value—the cook’s complaint etc. etc.

299 The run to the purple mountains and back.

300 Spring had come early to the Eastern seaboard-thousands of tiny black surprise berries on every tree were shining with anticipation and a fresh breeze wafted them south all day.

301 Is there anything more soothing than the quiet whir of a lawnmower on a summer afternoon?

302 A Mid-Victorian wind.

303 This restaurant with a haunted corner.

304 Lunar Rainbow

305 New Jersey village where even Sunday is only a restless lull between the crash of trains.

306 Elevators look like two big filing cabinets.

307 Out in the suburbs, chalk white windows looked down indifferently at them in sleeping roads.

308 The abundent waiters at Dartmouth seemed to me rather comedy characters—I mean not in themselves but in their roles. They go all out of character and begin to talk to the guests just like the man who hires himself out to do that.

309 St. Paul in 1855 (or ’66)—The rude town was like a great fish just hauled out of the Mississippi and still leaping and squirming on its bank.

310 The lobby of the Hotel Roi d’Angleterre was as desolate as a school house after school. In the huge, scarcely completed palace a few servants scurried about like rabbits, a few guests sidled up to the concierge, spoke in whispers and vanished with a single awed look around at the devastating emptiness. They were mostly women escaped from the deep melancholy at home, and finding that the torture chamber was preferable to the tomb.

311 Passing the building which housed the negro wards. The patients were singing as always. Among the voices that lay suspended in sweet melancholy on the August air in the early summer night, Owen recognized the deep base of Doofus who had been there two years—an interne on that ward had told him that Doofus was due to die; his place in the chorus would be hard to fill.

312 Red and yellow villas, called Fleur des Bois, Mon Nid, or Sans-Souci.

1726 Car description on quiet night, padded hush of tires, quiet tick of a motor running idle at curb.

1727 There was a bright sun and a wind, and the woods were singing.

1753 The mechanical sound of pingpong balls on a rainy afternoon.

1763 Early dark of a December afternoon in 1929. Lower New York and all the great blocks still gleaming with light, and after five going out row by row but with many tiers still gleaming out into the crisp dusk.

1764 In Spring when there was no leaf dry enough to crackle and the loudest sound was a dog barking in the next county.

1767 There was only spring whispering in the air, faint as the flutter of last year’s leaf.

1773 Swallowy air, velvet texture of the air on the Spartansburg road.

1779 Trees resting gold green bosoms on the water of Lake Lanier.

1780 Zelda picking pink flowers from the sedge.

1782 Zelda says of the Cevennes——chestnut trees, ghosts and a lone cow.

1784 The kind of man who stamps just before he laughs or shoves forward your chair with each change of emotion.

1791 Houses of 1925 overflowing with the first editions of Joseph Hergersheimer and colored toilet paper.

1800 Misty, enchanted arbors of light

1801 The deep South from the air—a mosaic of baseball diamonds set between dark little woods.

(E) Epigrams, Wise Cracks and Jokes

313 A man says to another man: “I’d certainly like to steal your girl. Second man: “I’d give her to you, but she’s part of a set.”

314 Has D.P. injured you anyway. No, but don’t remind her. Maybe she hasn’t done her bad deed for the day.

315 The movies are the only court where the judge goes to the lawyer for advice.

316 Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.

317 Not a word in the Roosevelt inaugural was as logical as Zangara saying he shot at Roosevelt because he had a stomach ache.

318 Agility (vitality)—pleasing people you perversely shouldn’t please and can’t reach.

319 Her unselfishness came in pretty small packages well wrapped.

320 After all the portrait of an old shoe by Van Gogh hangs in the Louvre, but where is there a portrait of Van Gogh by an old shoe.

321 Berry Wall. He doesn’t dare go back. He was drafted for the Civil War and he doesn’t know it’s over.

322 Optimism is the content of small men in high places.

323 Send up a fat bell boy and a whip.

324 She’s bashful. She has small pox. She stumbles so she couldn’t get up.

325 Wouldn’t a girl rather have half of him than a whole Spic with a jar of pomade thrown in? Life was so badly arranged—better no women at all than only one woman.

326 One of those tragic efforts like repainting your half of a delapidated double house.

327 Bryan to Darrow. Fellow Apes of the Scopes trial.

328 Trying to support a large and constantly increasing French family who jokingly referred to themselves as “our servants.”

329 Sent a girl flowers on Mother’s Day.

330 You don’t write because you want to say something; you write because you’ve got something to say.

331 The cleft palate (crested parrot): “Bring it along.” “Can’t very well leave it home.”

332 Genius is the ability to put into effect what is in your mind. There’s no other definition of it.

333 Get a man for Elspeth, a man for Elspeth, was the cry. This was difficult because Elspeth had had so many men. Two of her sisters rode, so to speak, Elspeth’s discarded mounts.

334 Nervous system from Pthodemy Club (Dean Clark’s)

335 Switzerland is a country where very few things begin, but many things end.

336 A machine for blowing the movable snot from the nasal cavities of

337 No such word in the English language as Cannes.

338 An American—Ou allez-vous pour les huitre (meaning Easter.)

339 Irish chemist.

340 Cotton manufacturer who worries because African chiefs go in for rayon.

341 No grand idea was ever born in a conference but a lot of foolish ideas have died there.

342 Ye Old Hooke Shoppe

343 Movie man says about engaged current mistress of

344 Genius goes around the world in its youth incessantly apologizing for having large feet. What wonder that later in life it should be inclined to raise those feet too swiftly to fools and bores.

345 Death in most countries is considered practically fatal.

346 When anyone announces to you how little they drink you can- be sure it’s a regime they just started.

347 Thank gravity for working your bowels.

348 No such thing as a man willing to be honest—that would be like a blind man willing to see.

349 Hospitality is a wonderful thing. If people really want you they’ll have you even if the cook has just died in the house of small-pox.

350 Suddenly he turned in bed and put both his arms around her arm. Her free hand touched his hair.
“You’ve been bad,” she said.
“I can’t help it.”
She sat with him silently for half an hour; then she changed her position so that her arm was under his head. Stooping over him, she kissed him on the brow. (See Two Wrongs.)

351 Any walk through a park that runs between a double line of mangy trees and passes brazenly by the ladies’ toilet is invariably known as “Lover’s Lane.”

352 Gynecologist to trace his pedigree.

353 Women are going to refuse to build with anything but crushed brick.

354 Not 1% of the dressed up biddies of the Junior League could possibly be regarded as ladies except by each other.

355 Brushes called Andy and Bill Gump

356 Few people die of sin, but a complications of sins

357 The Black Shirt
The Brown Shirt
The Stuffed Shirt

358 Wanted for
6 C. grade for pipe laying
1 A grade moron (experienced foreman)
2 B grade imbeciles 3 o’clock ask for Mr. Jones

359 Magazine—the Parlor Pink

360 Proud words that eventually revenged themselves by meaning nothing at all

361 One of toughs: he’s rich, he’s got caviare between his teeth

362 Secret of the Balkans

363 Blackmail “Made sweet moan”

364 Shy beaten man named Victor
Clumsy girls named Grace
Great truck drivers named Earl and Cecil

365 She was one of those people who would just as soon starve in a garret with a man—if she didn’t have to.

366 Beatrice Lillie broke up the British Empire with “March to the Roll of the Drums”

367 Mencken forgives much to the Catholic church perhaps because it has an index

368 All my characters killed each other off in the first act because I couldn’t think of any more hard boiled things for them to say.

369 They thought a child would be nice too because they had a nursery and the Harold Lloyds had one.

370 They have more money (Earnest’s wisecrack)

371 She’s got to be a loyal, frank person if she’s got to bitch everyone in the world to do it.

372 For a statesman—any school child knows that hot air rises to the top

373 Nothing to do but marry them (the Murphys)

374 Suicide and wife arrive in Cuba.

375 Let’s all live together.

376 Debut—the first time a young girl is seen drunk in public.

377 He repeated to himself an old French proverb he had made up that morning.

378 A sleeping porch is a back room with no pictures on the walls. It should contain at least one window.

379 Kill the scrub sire is our slogan.

380 Why can’t you be square? Well, when I was young I used to play with old automobile tires.

381 Forgotten is forgiven.

382 If all your clothes are worn to the same state it means you go out too much.

383 American actresses now use European convents as a sort of female Muldoon’s.

384 You must stoop a little in order to jump.

385 For a car—Excuse my lust.

386 Andre Gide lifted himself by his own jockstrap so to speak—and one would like to see him hoisted on his own pedarasty.

387 Creditors’ jokes

388 Like the man that crossed the ocean three times on the same woman.

389 Test of a good mind.

390 The guy that played Sergeant Quirt in Romeo & Juliet.

391 A poet named Constantly Aching did all the plagiarism for me.

392 Three men better known as Christ’s nails.

393 The spiritual stomach of the race was ruined those fifty years when mid-western women didn’t go to the toilet.

394 Take us to the Cambridge Legs—I mean the Cambridge Arms. Or any place around there.

395 To bring on the revolution it may be necessary to work inside the communist party.

396 They try to be Jesus (Forsyth) while I only attempt to be God, which is easier.

397 He said: Our Rhododendrons (roads are demned ’uns)

398 He had Cheyne-Store breathing.

399 To most women art is a form of scandal.

400 Impersonating 46 Presidents at once.

401 All things come to him who mates.

402 Trained nurses on duty should not be allowed to talk in their sleep.

403 “What kind of man was he?”
“Well, he was one of those men who come in a door and make any woman with them look guilty.”

404 Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.

405 We put an ashtray in the window (for a lamp).

406 I’m on such a rigid diet they won’t even let me lick a stamp.

407 Dietitians: They have made great progress in the last few years. They know pretty definitely that bichloride of mercury or arsenic in the right dose will kill you and that food should probably be eaten rather than taken in gas form or over the radio.

408 Honi soit que Malibu

409 1870 made Clemenceau and Clemenceau made 1933

410 Trained nurses who eat as if they didn’t own the food but it was just lent them.

411 parked his pessimism in her sun-parlour.

412 No such thing as graceful old age

413 Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.

414 Bookkeeping is a subject without sex appeal

415 What is the point at which loan becomes property of loanee and at the offer of a refund one says “But I don’t like to take your money.” What is the point when one accepts return of loan with most profuse thanks.

416 The inevitable shallowness that goes with people who have learned everything by experience.

417 Somebody’s specimen hijacked on way to doctor’s.

418 The biggest temptation we can offer people to let us talk is to cry “say” (or dites) to them

419 “EX-WHITE-SLAVER,”—the authorship being identified with touching modesty as “By a Man Who Still is One.”

420 “This isn’t the south. This is the center of the country. We’re only polite half the time.”

421 “What’ll we do with the animals when you’re away?”
“You mean the roaches in the kitchen? We’ll leave those with the veterinarian—he’ll take care of them.”

422 A girl with ankles like that has no privileges.

423 I’m going through the crises of my life like railroad ties.

424 I’m from Washington
Fine—what’s the news from Moronsville

425 Lincoln’s “all the people.”

426 For Esther M. in memory of an old friendship or a prolonged quarrel that has gone on so long and accumulated so much moss that it is much the same thing.

427 Mr. and Mrs. Jay O’Brien moving like the center of population.

428 There are no second acts in American lives.

429 My Spitback, my Error, my Mistake (for divorsed husband)

430 Somewhat relieved to find he was fired—he had, so to speak, stuck it out to the end.

431 “I can’t pay you much,” said the editor to the author, “but I can give you some good publicity.”
“I can’t pay you much,” said the advertiser to the editor, “but I can give you some beautiful ads.”

432 God appears to man who discovers that he has unmistakable Japanese features.

433 When he buys his ties he has to ask if gin will make them run.

434 Pacifism like bringing boy up to have brown skin on his—

435 Very bad jokes should be known as “employer’s jokes” or “creditor’s jokes.” The listener has to laugh heartily so it seems wasteful to use up a good story on him.

436 The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle, complimentary way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before.

437 You are contemplating a gigantic merger between J.P. Morgan and the Queensboro Bridge.

438 To Mathews: I certainly do wish I could grow up like you fellows and write about all the wonderful things that are happening in the newspapers. But here I sit like a big fat fairy thinking that maybe if I really knew why (club stuff here) I would really know almost as much about the social revolution as those deep thinkers Mike Gold ect.

439 Beware of him who would give his last sou to a beggar in the street. He would also give it to you and that is something you would not be able to endure.

440 Fashion Blessing. Think how many flappers would have been strangled like Porphyria except for bobbed hair.

441 Don’t get thinking it’s a real country because you can get a lot of high school kids into gym suits and have them spell out “bananas” for the news reels.

442 I used to hie you up to a nervous excitement that bore a resemblance to intelligence.

443 The priesthood: a method eating the cake of Christian ascetism and having it too.

444 I may be just an old visionary—but I seem to see Scottie walking around without overshoes.

445 Turnbull idea—Neo-post-thoreau

446 The young architect referred to women’s protuberances as “flying buttresses.”

447 It grows harder to write because there is much less weather than when I was a boy and practically no men and women at all.

1720 The 20th Century reached New York an hour late, and the station master made it back all the way to Chicago to get an excuse.

1728 Pershing shot for cowardice in 1918.

1732 The aristocracy can remake their manners overnight—if it were not for the philosophy of his story, the world would be governed by Louis-Phillipes (and Mary Harrimans)

1738 Of a man: It never entered his head that he was somewhat of a liability.

1751 Oh, I can cover paper like you do till I’m ninety.

1760 At M.I.T., he studied birth control, flood control, self control and remote control.

1777 One of those mysteries like why Southerners have big ears, and why chess is listed in the sporting news.

1788 Invention of two-end cork tip cigs.

1790 At Groton they have to sleep in gold cubicles and wash at an old platinum pump. This toughens them up so they can refuse to help the poor.

1797 “Wealth, wit and beauty of two continents.” “What’s the other continent?” “Africa. Starks is from Africa.”

1799 “When I go to bed at night, I put on so many blankets that I have to put a book-mark in to tell me where to get out.”
Nora Flynn.

1802 A movie wedding. Ushers were Harold Lloyd, Victor Varconi, Ronald Coleman, and Donald Duck.

(F) Feelings & Emotions (without girls)

448 Ah, it was a great feeling to relax—the best feeling, unlike any sinking down he had ever known before.
“I have half an hour, an hour, two hours, ten hours, a hundred hours. God Almighty, I have even time to take a drink of water from the cooler in the hall; I can sleep eight full hours tonight, with a piece of paper stuffed in the telephone buzzer; I can face everybody in the office knowing they’ll be paid again this week, the week after, the week after next!”
But most of all—he had that first half an hour. Having no one to communicate with, Andrew Fulton made sounds. One was like Whee-ee-ooo, but though it was expressive for awhile it palled presently, and he tried a gentle yawning sigh, but that was not enough. Now he knew what he wanted to do—he wanted to cry. He wanted to drink but there was nothing to drink, or to take his office force for an aeroplane ride or wake up his parents out of their graves and say, “Look—I too can rest.”

449 He might find the ecstasy and misery, the infatuation that he wanted.

450 The thrilling staccato joy of the meeting.

451 “I feel as if I had a cannon ball in my stomach.’’

452 Wait for what? Wait while he swam off into a firmament of his own, so far off that she could only see his feathers gleaming in the distance, only hear distantly the clamor of war or feel the vacuum that he created when sometimes he fell through space. He came back eventually with spoils, but for her there was always another larger waiting—for the end of youth, the blurring of her uniqueness—her two menacing deaths beside which mortal death was no more than sleep.

453 She looked lovely, but he thought of a terrible thing she had said once when they were first married—that if he were away she could sleep with another man and it wouldn’t really affect her, or make her really unfaithful to him. This kept him awake for another hour, but he had a little fine deep restful sleep toward morning.

454 the blind luck that had attended the industry, and he knew croupiers who raked in the earnings of that vast gambling house. And he knew that the Europeans were impressed with it as they were impressed with the skyscrapers, as something without human rhythm or movement. They had left rhythm behind them and it was their rhythm he wanted. He was tired of his own rhythm and the rhythms of the people in Hollywood. He wanted to see people with more secrets than the necessity of concealing a proclivity for morphine.

455 Two Dreams
(1) A trip to Florida with Howard Garrish and many bathing beauties. Asleep standing on the prow the beach and girls dancing. The one one skates like skiis. Like Switzerland, far castles and palaces. The horseman in the sea, the motor truck on sand, the horsemen coming ashore, the Bishop rears, falls, the horse saves him. My room, suits and ties, the view, the soldiers drilling under arcs in khaki, the wonderful water man is now Tom Taylor, I buy and ties wake in strange room. Blunder into Mother who nags me. My mean remarks.
(2) The colored burglar. Found clothes in hotel—underwear, suit; I discover pocket book, Echenard, my accusation.

456 By the next morning she realized that she was the only one who cared, the only one who had the time and youth for the luxury of caring. Her aunt, her old cousins were mercifully anaesthetized against death— her brother was already worrying about his wife and children back in West Virginia. She and her father were alone; since the funeral had been held over for her the others somehow looked to her to summarize their grief. They were thin-drawn, worn out Anglo-Saxon stock and all that remained of their vitality seemed to have flowed by a mysterious distillation into her. They were chiefly interested in her. They wanted boldly to know whether it was true about the Prince of—

457 Slaves may love their bondage but all those in slavery are not slaves. What joy in the threat that the solid wall surrounding us is falling to rack and ruin—the whispers of measles running through the school on Monday morning, the news that the supply officer has run away with the mess fund, the rumor that the floor manager has appendicitis and won’t be downtown for two weeks! “Break it up! Tear it down!” shout the sans cullottes, and I can distinguish my voice among the others. Striped and short rations tomorrow, but for God’s sake, give us our measure of hysteria today.

458 It was not an American bar any more—he felt polite in it, and not as if he owned it. It had gone back into France.

459 Fed up with it—he wanted to deal again in the vapid, to deliver a drop of material solid out of the great gaseous world of men, and never again waste his priceless hours watching nothing and nothing with nothing.

460 she was alone at last. There was not even a ghost left now to drift with through the years. She might stretch out her arms as far as they could reach into the night without fear that they would brush friendly cloth.

461 Liking man when he’s tired.

462 The voices fainter and fainter—How is Zelda, how is Zelda—tell us—how is Zelda

463 Felt utterly forlorn and defeated and outlasted by circumstances.

464 She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.

465 She fronted the appalling truth. She could never love him, never while he lived. It was as if he had charged her to react negatively and so long as the current flowed she had no choice. Passionately she tried to think back to a few minutes before when the world had been tragic and glorious, but the moment was gone. He was alive and as she heard his feet take up the chase again the wings of her mind were already preening themselves for flight.

466 Proxy in passion.

(G) Descriptions of Girls

467 She turned her slender smile full upon Lew for a moment, and then aimed it a little aside, like a pocket torch that might dazzle him.

468 She was the dark Gunther—dark and shining and driven.

469 He had not realized that flashing fairness could last so far into the twenties.

470 Nevertheless, the bright little apples of her cheeks, the blue of the Zuyder Zee in her eyes, the braided strands of golden corn on the wide forehead, testified to the purity of her origin. She was the school beauty.

471 Her beauty was as poised and secure as a flower on a strong stem; her voice was cool and sure, with no wayward instruments in it that played on his emotions.

472 She was not more than eighteen—a dark little beauty with the fine crystal gloss over her that, in brunettes, takes the place of a blond’s bright glow.

473 Becky was nineteen, a startling little beauty, with her head set upon her figure as though it had been made separately and then placed there with the utmost precision. Her body was sturdy, athletic; her head was a bright, happy composition of curves and shadows and vivid color, with that final kinetic jolt, the element that is eventually sexual in effect, which made strangers stare at her. [Who has not had the excitement of seeing an apparent beauty from afar; then, after a moment, seeing that same face grow mobile and watching the beauty disappear moment by moment, as if a lovely statue had begun to walk with the meager joints of a paper doll?] Becky’s beauty was the opposite of mat. The facial muscles pulled her expressions into lovely smiles and frowns, disdains, gratifications and encouragements; her beauty was articulated, and expressed vividly whatever it wanted to express.

474 Anyone looking at her then, at her mouth which was simply a kiss seen very close up, at her head that was a gorgeous detail escaped from the corner of a painting, nor mere formal beauty but the beholder’s unique discovery, so that it evoked different dreams to every man, of the mother, of the nurse, of the lost childish sweetheart or whatever had formed his first conception of beauty—anyone looking at her would have conceeded her a bisque on her last remark.

475 She was a stalk of ripe corn, but bound not as cereals are but as a rare first edition, with all the binder’s art. She was lovely and expensive, and about nineteen.

476 A lovely dress, soft and gentle in cut, but in color a hard, bright, metallic powder blue.

477 An exquisite, romanticized little ballerina.

478 He imagined Kay and Arthur Busch progressing through the afternoon. Kay would cry a great deal and the situation would seem harsh and unexpected to them at first, but the tender closing of the day would draw them together. They would turn inevitably toward each other and he would slip more and more into the position of the enemy outside.

479 Her face, flushed with cold and then warmed again with the dance, was a riot of lovely, delicate pinks, like many carnations, rising in many shades from the white of her nose to the high spot of her cheeks. Her breathing was very young as she came close to him— young and eager and exciting. (used)

480 The intimacy of the car, its four walls whisking them along toward a new adventure, had drawn them together.

481 A beauty that had reached the point where it seemed to contain in itself the secret of its own growth, as if it would go on increasing forever.

482 Her body was so assertively adequate that someone remarked that she always looked as if she had nothing on underneath her dress but it was probably wrong.

483 Her ash-blond hair seemed weather-proof save for a tiny curtain of a bang that was evidently permitted, even expected to stir a little in a mild wind. She had an unmistakable aura about her person of being carefully planned. Under minute scallops that were scarcely brows her eyes etc. Her teeth were so white against the tan, her lips so red, that in combination with the blue of her eyes the effect was momentarily startling—as startling as if the lips had been green and the pupils white.

484 A few little unattached sections of her sun-warm hair blew back and trickled against the lobe of the ear closest to him, as if to indicate that she was listening.

485 A square chinned, decided girl with fleshy white arms and a white dress that reminded Basil domestically of the lacy pants that blew among the laundry in the yard.

486 He saw that she was lying, but it was a brave lie. They talked from their hearts—with the half truths and evasions peculiar to that organ, which has been famed as an instrument of precision.

487 I look like a femme fatale

488 After a certain degree of prettiness, one pretty girl is as pretty as another.

489 shimmering with unreality for the fancy-dress party

490 Popularly known as the “Death Ray.” She was an odd little beauty with a skull-like face and hair that was a natural green-gold—the hair of a bronze statue by sunset.

491 He rested a moment on the verandah—resting his eyes on a big honey suckle that cut across a low sickle moon—then as he started down the steps his abstracted glance fell upon a trailer from it sleeping in the moonlight.

492 She was the girl from foreign places; she was so asleep that you could see the dream of those places in the faint lift of her forehead. He struck the inevitable creaky strip and promptly the map of wonderland written on the surface of women’s eyebrows creased into invisibility. [used]

493 His brisk blond sidelocks scratched her cheek while a longer tenuous end of gold silk touched him in the corner of his eye

494 She wore the usual little dishpan cover.

495 She was small with a springy walk that would have been aggressive if it had been less dainty.

496 Her mouth was made of two small intersecting cherries pointing off into a bright smile.

497 What’s a girl going to do with herself on a boat—fish?

498 The girl hung around under the pink sky waiting for something to happen. There were strange little lines in the trees, strange little insects, unfamiliar night cries of strange small beasts beginning.
—Those are frogs, she thought, or no, those are grillons— what is it in English?—those are crickets up by the pond.
—That is either a swallow or a bat, she thought; then again the difference of trees—then back to love and such practical things. And back again to the different trees and shadows, skies and noises—such as the auto horns and the barking dog up by the Philadelphia turnpike...

499 Her face, flowing out into the world under an amazing Bersaglierri bonnet, was epicene; as they disembarked at the hotel the sight of her provoked a curious sigh-like sound from a dense mass of women and girls who packed the side-walk for a glimpse of her, and Bill realized that her position, her achievment however transient and fortuitous was neither a little thing nor an inheritance. She was beauty for hundred afternoons, its incarnation in millions of aspiring or fading lives. It was impressive, startling and almost magnificent.
Half an hour later sitting a few feet from the judgment dias he saw a girl detach herself from a group who were approaching it in threes—it was a girl in a white evening dress with red gold hair and under it a face so brave and tragic that it seemed that every eye in the packed hall must be fixed and concentrated on its merest adventures, the faintest impression upon her heart.

500 Women having only one role, their own charm—all the rest is mimicry.

501 If you keep people’s blood in their heads it won’t be where it should be for making love.

502 Men got to be a mixture of the charming mannerisms of the women one has known.

503 Her air of saying “This is my opportunity of learning something, beckoned their egotism imperatively near.”

504 A frown, the shadow of a hair in breadth appeared between her eyes.

505 The little 14 year old nymph in the Vagabonds.

506 Wearing a kimono bright with big blue moons, she sat up among the pillows drawing her lips by a hand-glass.

507 He had thought of her once as a bubble and had told her about it, an iridescent soap-blown bubble with a thin delicate film over all the colors of the rainbow. He had stopped abruptly at that point but [he was conscious too of the sun panning gold from the clear brooks of her hair, of her tawny skin]—hell! He had to to stop thinking of such things. to]

508 She was eighteen with such a skin as the Italian painters of the decadence used for corner angels,] and all the wishing in the world glistening on her grey eyes.

509 [Wherever she was, became a beautiful and enchanted place to Basil, but he did not think of it that way. He thought the fascination was inherent in the locality, and long afterward a commonplace street or the mere name of a city would exude a peculiar glow, a sustained sound, that struck his soul alert with delight. In her presence he was too absorbed to notice his surroundings; so that her absence never made them empty, but, rather, sent him seeking for her through haunted rooms and gardens that he had never really seen before.]

510 The glass doors hinged like French windows, shutting them in on all sides. It was hot. Down through three more compartments he could see another couple—a girl and her brother, Minnie said—and from time to time they moved and gestured soundlessly, as unreal in these tiny human conservatories as the vase of paper flowers on the table. Basil walked up and down nervously.

511 Life burned high in them both; the steamer and its people were at a distance and in darkness.

512 What was it they said? Did you hear it? Can you remember?

513 She was a thin, a thin burning flame, colorless yet fresh. Her smile came first slowly, shy and bold, as if all the life of that little body had gathered for a moment around her mouth and the rest of her was a wisp that the least wind would blow away. She was a changeling whose lips were the only point of contact with reality.

514 Came up to him taking his hand as though she was stepping into the circle of his arm.

515 The tilted shadow of her nose on her cheek, the point of dull fire in her eyes.

516 Mae’s pale face and burning lips faded off, faded out, against the wild dark background of the war.

517 The copper green eyes, greener than the green-brown foliage around them.

518 She gave him a side smile, half of her face, like a small white cliff.

519 Flustered, Johanna fumbled for an apology. Nell jumped up and was suddenly at the window, a glitter of leaves in a quick wind, a blond glow of summer lightening. Even in her state of intimidation Johanna noticed that she seemed to bear with her, as she moved, a whole dream of women’s future; bore it from the past into the present as if it were a precious mystery she held , in the carriage of her neck and arms.

520 A girl who could send tear-stained telegrams.

521 The lady was annoyed, and so intense was her personality that it had taken only a fractional flexing of her eyes to indicate the fact. She was a dark, pretty girl with a figure that would be full-blown sooner than she wished. She was just eighteen.

522 Hallie Bushmill was young and vivid and light, with a boy’s hair and a brow that bulged just slightly, like a baby’s brow.

523 Sat a gold-and-ivory little beauty with dark eyes and a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world. (Used?)

524 He bent and kissed her braided forehead.

525 Helen Avery’s voice and the drooping of her eyes when she finished speaking, like a sort of exercise in control, fascinated him. He had felt that they both tolerated something, that each knew half of some secret about people and life, and that if they rushed toward each other there would be a romantic communion of almost unbelievable intensity. It was this element of promise and possibility that had haunted him for a fortnight and was now dying away.

526 Standing at the gate with that faint glow behind her, Dinah was herself the garden’s last outpost, its most representative flower.

527 Lola Shisbe had never wrecked a railroad in her life. But she was just sixteen and you had only to look at her to know that her destructive period was going to begin any day now.

528 He saw now, framing her face in the crook of his arm, her resemblance to Kay Phillips, or rather the genus to which they both belonged. The hard little chin, the small nose, the taut, wan cheeks, it was the way actresses made up to play the woman wronged and tubucular, a matter of structure and shadows of course, for they had fresh cheeks. Again, in Dinah the created lines were firmness—in Kay they had an aesthetic value alone.

529 Your eyes always shine as if you had fever.

530 Passing within the radius of the girl’s perfume.

531 Then for a moment they faded into the sweet darkness so deep that they were darker than the darkness, so that for awhile they were darker than the black trees—then so dark that when she tried to look up at him she could but look at the wild waves of the universe over his shoulder and say, “Yes, I guess I love you too.” (used)

532 Nymph of the harvest.

533 She was the tongue of flame that made the firelight vivid.

534 “Sometimes I’d see you in the distance, moving along like a golden chariot.” After twenty minutes of such eloquence, Alida began to feel exceedingly attractive. She was tired and rather happy, and eventually she said: “All right, you can kiss me if you want to, but it won’t mean anything. I’m just not in that mood.”

535 Long white gloves dripping from her forearms.

536 Her eyes shone at Bill with friendly interest, and then, just before the car shot away, she did something else with them—narrowed them a little and then widened them, recognizing by this sign the uniqueness of their relationship. “I see you,” it seemed to say. “You registered. Everything’s possible.”

537 Emily, who was twenty-five and carried space around with her into which he could step and be alone with their two selves.

538 She was a bundle of fur next to Caros Moros, and he saw the latter drop his arm around her till they were one mass of fur together.

539 He took them each in one arm, like a man in a musical comedy, and kissed the rouge on their cheeks.

540 Her low voice wooed him casually from some impersonal necessity of its own.

541 It was fine hearing Nora say that she never looked behind.

542 A woman’s laughter when it’s like a child—just one syllables, eager and approving, a crow and a cry of delight.

543 She took it to the rocker and settled herself to a swift seasick motion which she found soothing.

544 Her voice seemed to hesitate after consonants and then out came resonant and clear vowels—ahs and ohs and joyful ees lingering on the air.

545 Her hair was soft as silk and faintly curling. Her hair was stiff fluff, her hair was a damp, thick shiny bank. It was not this kind or that kind, it was all hair.
Her mouth was (different things about her mouth, contrary things, impossible to reconcile—and always with:) It was not this kind or that kind of mouth, it was all mouths.
Also nose, eyes, legs, etc., same ending.

546 Always a glisten of cold cream under her eyes, of wet rouge on her lips.

547 Griselda was now unnaturally calm; as a woman becomes when she feels that, in the main, she has fulfilled her intuitive role, and is passing along the problem to the man.

548 Her lovely straggled hair.

549 She felt nice and cool after a dip in the lake, felt her pink dress where it touched her, frothy as pink soda water, all fresh in the new wind. When Roger appeared, she would make him sorry for his haughtiness of the last twenty-four hours.

550 Tremendous resemblance between Bijou and Beatrice.

551 He had once loved a girl with a blight (describe) on her teeth who hid it by reaching down her upper lip when any emotion was in sight—laughter or tears—and laughing with a faint bowing of her head—and then, being absolutely sure she had not exposed her scar, laughing quite freely and exposing it. He had adopted the mannerism, and, to get on with what happened and why, he was still doing the same thing, etc.

552 Nora’s gay, brave, stimulating, “tighten up your belt, baby, let’s get going. To any Pole.” I am astonished sometimes by the fearlessness of women, the recklessness—like Nora, Zelda, Beatrice—in each case it’s partly because they are all three spoiled babies who never felt the economic struggle on their shoulders. But it’s heartening when it stays this side of recklessness. In each case I’ve had to strike a balance and become the cautious petit bourgeoise after, in each case, throwing them off their initial balance. Yet consider M…T…who was a clergyman’s daughter—and equally with the others had everything to lose and nothing to gain economically. She had the same recklessness. It’s a question of age and the times to a great extent, because, except for the sexual recklessness, Zelda was cagey about throwing in her lot with me before I was a money-maker, and I think by temperament she was the most reckless of all. She was young and in a period where any exploiter or middleman seemed a better risk than a worker in the arts. Question unsolved. Think further back.

553 Frances Strah looks like a trinket.

554 Some impressions of the Carnival. What made everyone walk all through the train to get out; the boys smashing baggage at the station; the high snowdrifts; the girls faces in the car windows drifting ghost-like past the watchers; the yell of recognition as a last watcher found some last girl; the figures in the dark passing the frat houses on their way to the carnival. The comparative bareness of the scene where the queens were chosen. How did some of those girls get there—some must have been accidents or at least chosen by pull or the wrong girl tapped—they weren’t the 20 prettiest girls there. Some pretty girls must have ducked it.

555 A young woman came out of the elevator and wavered uneasily across the lobby.

556 Myron Selznick’s “Beautiful—she’ll lose that pudgy baby fat.”

557 Beggar’s lips that would not beg in vain

558 My cousin Corrinne is still a flapper. Fashions, names, manners, customs and morals change but for Corrine it is still 1920. This concerns her for there is no doubt that she originally patterned herself upon certain immature and unfortunate writings of mine so I have a special indulgence for Corrine as for one who has lost an arm or leg in one’s service.

559 She was a ripe grape, ready to fall for the mere shaking of a vine.

560 The sunlight dodged down to her hair thought bright red maple and bronze encorepus leaves that bent down low to say to the young men: See, we are nothing beside her cheeks, her russet hair.

561 One of those girls who straighten your necktie to show that in her lay the spirit of the eternal mother.

562 A girl who thought the whole thing was awfully overestimated.

563 She’s all tied up in knots that girl.

564 Anything added to beauty has to be paid for, that is, the qualities that pass as substitutes can be liabilities when added to beauty itself.

565 The car was gay with girls whose excited chatter filled the damp rubbery air like smoke.

566 Women are fragile that way. You do something to them at certain times and literally nothing can ever change what you’ve done.

567 Your voice with the lovely pathetic little peep at the crescendo of the stutter.

568 “IT”

569 Scotty comes up to people when she meets them as if she were going to kiss them on the mouth, or walk right thru them, looking them straight in the eye—then stops a bare foot away and says her Hello, in a very disarming understatement of a voice. This approach is her nearest to Zelda’s personality. Zelda’s was always a vast surprise.

570 She kissed him several times then in the mouth, her face getting big as it came up to him, her hands holding him by the shoulders, and still he kept his arms by his side.

571 Among the very few domestics in sight that morning was a handsome young maid sweeping the steps of the biggest house on the street. She was a large simple Mexican girl with the large, simple ambitions of the time and the locality, and she was already conscious of being a luxury—she received one hundred dollars a month in return for her personal liberty.

572 who with every instant was dancing further and further off with Caros Moros into a youthful Spanish dream.

573 at voice full of husky laugher his stomach froze

574 Josephine’s lovely face with its expression of just having led the children from a burning orphan asylum did the rest.

575 She admired him; she was used to clasping her hands together in his wake and heaving audible sighs.

576 She wore a blue crepe-de-chine dress sprinkled with soft brown leaves that were the color of her eyes. (More than Just a House?)

577 Instead she let the familiar lift and float and flow of love close around them, pulling him back from his far-away uniqueness.

578 It was a harvest night, bright enough to read by. Josephine sat on the veranda steps listening to the tossing of sleepless birds, the rattle of a last dish in the kitchen, the sad siren of the Chicago-Milwaukee train.

579 She saw through to his profound woundedness, and something quivered inside her, died out along the curve of her mouth and in her eyes.

580 Their hearts had in some way touched across two feet of Paris sunlight.

581 Of a despairing afternoon in a little speakeasy on Forty-eighth Street in the last sad months.

582 Crackly yellow hair. (used)

583 A girl with a bright red dress and a friendly dog jumping at her under the arcs. (Are there arcs now?)

584 Her face was a contrast between herself looking over a frontier—and a silhouette, an outline seen from a point of view, something finished—white, polite, unpolished—it was a destiny, scarred a little with young wars, worried with old white faiths...
...And out of it looked eyes so green that they were like phosphorescent marbles, so green that the scarcely dry clay of the face seemed dead beside it.

585 The white glints in her eyes cracked the heavens as a diamond would crack glass, and let stream down a whiter light than he had ever seen before; it shown over a wide beautiful mouth, set and frightened.

586 Looking for a last time into her eyes, full of cool secrets.

587 Pushing s strand of indefinite hair out of her eyes.

588 They swayed suddenly and childishly together. (used?)

589 Mae Purley, without the involuntary quiver of an eyelash, fitted the young man into her current dream.

590 For some years there had been the question as to whether or not Boops was going to have a nose. There was a sort of button between her big dark eyes, eyes that were round at the bottom, half moons hinting that half a person lay undivulged—but at eleven the button was still rudimentary and so unnoticeable that of a winter her elders were often driven frantic by its purls and mutterings, its gurgles, hisses and back firings, before it occured to them to say “Blow it.”

591 He had passed the wire to her, to a white rose blooming without reason at the end of a cross-bar on the edge of space and time like a newly created tree.

592 Bright, unused beauty still plagued her in the mirror.

593 She was desperately adaptable, desperately sweet-natured.

594 Her face was heart shaped, an impression added to by honey-colored pointed-back hair which accentuated the two lovely rounds of her temples.

595 She was a key-board all resonent and gleaming.

596 He smoothed down her plain brown hair, knowing for the thousandth time that she had none of the world’s dark magic for him, and that he couldn’t live without her for six consecutive hours.

597 Her childish beauty was wistful and sad about being so rich and sixteen.

598 Much as the railroad kings of the pioneer West sent their waitress sweethearts to convents in order to prepare them for their high destinies.

599 Basil’s heart went bobbing off around the ballroom in a pink silk dress.

1740 For she has a good forgetting apparatus. That’s why she’s so popular, why she can have a heart like a hotel. If she couldn’t forget, there wouldn’t be any room.

1744 She’ll never meet a stranger.

1752 Girl in green transparent rain-coat, looking like something from the florist.

1775 Loretta Young—nigger pretty.

(H) Descriptions of Humanity (Physical)

600 They rode through those five years in an open car with the sun on their foreheads and their hair flying. They waved to people they knew but seldom stopped to ask a direction or check on the fuel, for every morning there was a gorgeous new horizon and it was blissfully certain that they would find each other there at twilight. They missed collisions by inches, wavered on the edge of precipices and skidded across tracks to the sound of the warning bell. Their friends tired of waiting for the smash and grew to accept them as sempiternal, forever new as Michael’s last idea or the gloss on Amanda’s hair. One could almost name the day when the car began to splutter and slow up; the moment found them sitting in a Sea Food place on the water-front in Washington; Michael was opening his letters, his long legs thrust way under the table to make a footstool for Amanda’s little slippers. It was only May but they were already bright brown and glowing. Their clothes were few and sort of pink in general effect like the winter cruise advertisements.

601 The Uni-cellular child effect—short dress.

602 Cordell Hull—Donald Duck eyes?

603 The sinister faces of Elsa Maxwell, of Gloria Vanderbilt with her frozen whine, of Foreskin Gwinne, of Mr. And Mrs. J. O’Brien (Dolly Fleishman), the fatuous William Rhinelander Stuart and the stricken boredom in the eyes of his beautiful wife.

604 His hair was grey at 35 but people said the usual things—that it made him handsomer and all that, and he never thought much about it, even though early grey hair didn’t run in his family.

605 When Jill died at last, resentful and bewildered to the end, Cass Erskine closed up his house, cancelled his contracts and took a boat around the world as far as Constantinople—no further because he and Jill had once been to Greece and the Mediterranean was heavy with memories of her. He turned back, loitered in the Pacific Isles and came home with a dread of the years before him.

606 Rosalind gave up thinking some time between the Civil war and the depression, and when I want to get anything over to her I tell it to her two dozen times till she begins to parrot it back to me as it were an idea of her own. A satisfactory arrangement but somewhat a nuisance if a decision has to be arrived at in a hurry. Scotty thinks of her as a sweet old bore—she had the impression at first that she was expected to sit in the room when Scotty’s beaux called, as if the first guns were going off at Fort Sumter.

607 Attractive people are always getting into cars in a hurry or standing still and statuesque, or out of sight.

608 Stark’s expression, as if he could hardly wait till you did something else funny—even I was ordering soup.

609 His mannerisms were all girls’ mannerisms, rather gentle considerations got from......girls, or restrained and made masculine, a trait that far from being effeminate gave him a sort of Olympic stature that in its all kindness and consideration was masculine and feminine alike.

610 Captain Saltonville—the left part of his hair flying.

611 For better or worse the awkward age has become shorter and this youth seemed to have excaped it altogether. His tone was neither flip nor bashful when he said:

612 Ernest—until we began trying to walk over each other with cleats.

613 His features were well-formed against the flat canvas of his face.

614 Dr. X’s story about the Emperor of the world.

615 Big fingers catching lisps from unintended notes. Arms crowded against his sides.

616 Max Eastman—Like all people with a swaying walk he seemed to have some secret.

617 Romanticism is really a childish throwback horror of being alone at the top—which is the real horror: Vide: Zelda’s necessity of creating a straw man of me.

618 Photographed through gauze.

619 Pretty girl with dandruff in Rome.

620 A long humorous pimply chin.

621 A panama hat, under which burned fierce, undefeated Southern eyes.

622 His heart made a dizzy tour of his chest.

623 Amusing of K. Littlefield to call up Zelda about Lydig and Widener.

624 The gleam of patent Argentine hair.

625 A lady whose lips in continual process of masking buck teeth, gave her a deceptively pleasant expression.

626 He was a tall, even a high young man.

627 His old clothes with their faint smell of old clothes.

628 The boy’s defence of his mother’s innocence in the Lausanne Palace Bar. His mother sleeping with the son of the Consul.

629 Single way of imitating, distend nostrils, wave his head from side to side and talk through his nose.

630 Francis’ excitability, nerves, eyes against calm atmosphere.

631 They went to sleep easily on other people’s pain.

632 The air seemed to have distributed the applejack to all the rusty and unused corners of his body.

633 His long, lanky body, his little lost soul in the universe, sat there on the bathroom window seat.

634 The young man with a sub-Cromagnon visage.

635 Notes on Accident Room.
Afternoon—Rolling table with splints, gauze bandages, rotten
Tiled floor—wall halfway
Tubes nitrous oxide (gas)
Deaf man—humble. Man with broken arm. Whether I took my coat off or not. Coat like intruding. Fireman’s child (make it wife) take wings, notices on door, smoking. Red headed conceited interne who took me other ward. Laughter of O’ O’Donovan’s nurse.
First Night—Thrice told story of the night before about the transfusion from the assailant to the victim. Why it was necessary. Crowding medical student. Barber. Barrel of fish. Souture with flap, the ordinary needle and black thin gut. The two lady dactors. “Externes” Blonde nurse. Bad cut of uniforms. Injections, pink disinfectant, needle and tweezers to draw it through, the flap. Negresses with gonorrhea probably. Zinder’s wife. Barber’s pretentiousness—wonderful. Oyster barrel from biggest sea food dealer in X. Can I work? Wiggles fingers. Straps on chair. Orderly and board washed; his morality. Big legs of doctoresses, petit bourgeousie manners of Zinder. Negroes by first name even by northerners. Discussion about dyes. Difference and relation between lady doctors one already the prom girl, her coat.
Second Night—Jamaica negro. His name. Writing it. Two wounds, one found. Drunk named Katy or Casey ( damn good name he says; hesitation saying it) Medical students in evidence. Princeton spies, Trimbles schedule (relatives, diet, time—other doctors’ rounds) Blood transference—won’t you have a chair? Not a wrinkle in the colored woman’s face—nor a flicker—her disease. How it sounded bad faucet, looked—wine sloshed around looking for vein, lost pump, elevators, close both doors, upstairs in biology laboratory. Previous memories “never mind how much” and “it’ll do you good” and joking while they do it and change of tone as if patient wouldn’t understand “Awful trouble getting this blood.” Little boy, fanning wet cast. Dirty feet. Miss Brady—her psychology. Miss Brady knowing everything. The stitches through the eyebrows, Niagara Falls, North Falls, Miss Brady kidding. The student who got fresh. The policeman. The sick negro kid with 103 degrees. The father with “six head of children” and the son with the dislocated arm that would have to be operated on.
He had other commission from outside. One of the nurses in the accident room, an abandoned movie fan, wanted to know if she was really going to marry a certain star. It was in all the magazines— all Bill had to ask her was yes or no.

636 She did not plan; she merely let herself go, and the overwhelming life in her did the rest. It is only when youth is gone and experience has given us a sort of cheap courage that most of us realize how simple such things are. (used in Tender?)

637 The oily drug store sweat that glistens on battle and struggle in films.

638 He swelled out the muscles of his forehead but the perfect muscles of his legs and arms rested always quiescent, tranquil.

639 Her dress wrapped around her like a wrinkled towel unnecessarily exposing her bottom.

640 Always seems to be one deaf person in every room I’m in now.

641 Receiving line—girls pirouette, men shifting from one foot to the other. Very gracious man shaking hands like crawl.

642 The continual “don’t remember” of amateur singers is annoying.

643 Small black eyes buttoned to her face.

644 Herman Manowitz, bound as Gulliver, vomiting on treadmill, 1932 etc.

645 Gus first learned to laugh not because he had any sense of humor but because he had learned it was fun to laugh—think of other types in society—as a girl learns it’s pretty.

646 Deep belly laughs of H.L.M.

647 He was not the frock-coated and impressive type of millionaire which has become so frequent since the war. He was rather the 1910 model—a sort of cross between Henry VIII and “our Mr. Jones will be in Minneapolis on Friday.”

648 He was one of those unfortunate people who are always constrained to atone for their initial aggressiveness by presently yielding a more important point.

649 A white handsome face aghast .. imprisoned eyes that had been left out and stepped on and a mouth at the outrage.

650 She held her teeth in the front of her mouth as if on the point of spitting them delicately out.

651 Harlot in glasses

652 South—aviation caps, southern journalism, men’s faces

653 glass fowl eyes

654 A hand-serrated blue vein climbing the ridges of the knuckles and continuing in small tributaries along the fingers.

655 Girls pushed by their arm in movies.

656 Thornton Wilder glasses in the rosy light

657 He was dressed in a tight and dusty readymade suit which evidently expected to take flight at a moment’s notice for it was secured to his body by a line of six preposterous buttons.
There were supernumerary buttons upon the coat-sleeves also and Amanthis could not resist a glance to determine whether or not more buttons ran up the side of his trouser leg.

658 rather like a beach comber who had wandered accidentally out of a movie of the South Seas.

659 The good looking, pimply young man with eyes of a bright marbly blue who was asleep on a dunnage bag a few feet away was her husband—

660 Fat women at vaudeville or the movies repeating the stale wisecracks aloud and roaring at them.

661 On a aime le haliene mauvais quand elle etait malude parcequ’il a ete a lui.

662 The steam heat brings out Aquilla’s bouquet.

663 Jews lose clarity. They get to look like old melted candles, as if their bodies were preparing to waddle. Irish get slovenly and dirty. Anglo Saxons get frayed and worn.

664 There was no hint of dissipation in his long warm cheeks.

665 She carried a sceptre and wore a crown made by the local costumer, but due to the cold air the crown had undergone a peculiar chemical change and faded to an inconspicuous roan.

666 Those terrible sinister figures of Edison, of Ford and Firestone—in the rotogravures.

667 Round sweet smiling mouth like the edge of a great pie plate.

668 She took an alarming photograph in which she looked rather like a marmoset.

669 The bulbs, save for two, were dimmed to a pale glow; the faces of the passengers as they composed themselves for slumber were almost universally yellow tired.

670 He saw that they made a design, the faces profile upon profile, the heads blond and dark, turning toward Mr. Schofield, the erect yet vaguely lounging bodies, never tense but ever ready under the flannels and the soft angora wool sweaters, the hands placed on other shoulders, as if to bring each one into the solid freemasonry of the group. Then suddenly, as though a group of models posing for a sculptor were being dismissed, the composition broke and they all moved toward the door.

671 His restless body, which never spared itself in sport or danger, was destined to give him one last proud gallop at the end.

672 He had leaned upon its glacial bosom like a trusting child, feeling a queer sort of delight in the diamonds that cut hard into his cheek. He had carried his essential boyishness of attitude into a milieu somewhat less stable than gangdom and infinitely less conscientious about taking care of its own.

673 Aquilla’s brother—a colored boy who had some time ago replaced a far-wandering houseman, but had never quite acquired a name of his own in the household.

674 A tall, round-shouldered young man with a beaked nose and soft brown eyes in a sensitive face.

675 Her buck teeth always made her look mildly, shyly pleasant.

676 Then, much as a postwar young man might consult the George Washington Condensed Business Course, he sat at his desk and slowly began to turn the pages of Bound to Rise.

677 So poor they could never even name their children after themselves but always after some rich current patron.

678 The chin wabbling like a made-over chin, in which the paraffin had run—it was a face that both expressed and inspired disgust.

679 Men mouthed cigars grotesquely.

680 A handsome girl with a dirty neck and furtive eyes.

681 As an incorrigible masterbater he was usually in a state of disgust with life. It came through however, etc.

682 For the first time a dim appreciation of the problems which Dr. Hines was called upon to face brought a dim, sympathetic sweat to his temples.

683 She reminds me of a record with a blank on the other side.

684 The ones who could probably drive looked as if they couldn’t type; the ones who looked as if they could type looked also as if they couldn’t drive with any safety— and the overwhelming majority of both these classes looked as though that even if they liked children, the child might not respond.

685 “The German Prince is the horse-faced man with white eyes. This one—” He took a passenger list from his pocket, “—is either Mr. George Ives, Mr. Jubal Early Robbins and valet, or Mr. Joseph Widdle with Mrs. Widdle and six children.”

686 A young man with one of those fresh red complexions ribbed with white streaks, as though he had been slapped on a cold day, did not appear to be

687 Family like the last candies left in dish

688 She was so thin that she was no longer a girl, scarcely a human being—so she had to be treated like a grand dame

689 His face over his collar was like a Columbia salmon that had flopped halfway out of a can.

690 A thin young man walking in a blue coat that was like a pipe

691 Run like an old athlete

692 She reminds me of a turned dress by Molyneux

693 They look like brother and sister, don’t they, except that her hair is yellow with a little red in it and his is yellow with a little green in it

694 He sat so low in the car that his bullet head was like a machine gun between the propellers of a plane.

1747 That wiley old Kiss-puss, Mr So-and-so.

1772 A woman who smelled of gooseflesh.

(I) Ideas

695

People Born in -

 

Childhood

Youth

Y.M

1840

Cleveland

40s

50s

60s

1850

Father

50s

60s

70s

1860

Wilson & Roosevelt

60s

70s

80s

1870

Coolidge & Harding

70s

80s

90s

1880

(Mencken)

80s

90s

00s

1890

Max P.

90s

00s

teens

 

65

10 in 75

20 in 85

30 in 95

70

” “ 80

” “ 90

“ “ 00

75

” “ 85

” “ 95

” “ 05

80

” “ 90

“ “ 00

“ “ 10

85

” “ 95

” “ 05

” “ 15

696 Play in which revolutionist in big scene “Kill me,” etc. displays all bourgeoise talents hiterto emphasized, paralyzes them with his superiority and then shoots them.

697 Lois and the bear hiding in the Yellowstone.

698 A person perfectly happy succumbing to the current excitement and looking for trouble. Each time he or she is rescued except the last. Begin with her attempt to achieve real point with her husband—end with her losing it because of this superimposed excitement hunting. One scene where she’s pathetic Zelda-Gimma natural—another where you want to wring her neck for ignorant selfishness.

699 For Play
Personal charm.
Elsa Maxwell.
Bert.
Hotels.
Pasts—great maturity of characters.
Children—their sex and incomprehension of others.
Serious work and worker involved. No more patience with idlers unless about them.

700 Helpmate—Man running for congress gets hurt in line of other duty and while he’s unconscious his wife, on bad advice, plans to run in his stead. She makes a fool of herself. He saves her face.

701 Family breaks up. It leaves mark on three children, two of whom ruin themselves keeping a family together and a third who doesn’t.

702 A young woman bill collector undertakes to collect a ruined man’s debts. They prove to be moral as well as financial.

703 Sam Ordway running away from it all and finding that new menage is just the same.

704 Man wants to see Bermuda. Goes there and is sick the whole time and sees it only as he leaves.

705 Widely separated family inherit a house and have to live there together.

706 Fairy who fell for wax dummy

707 Three people caught in triangle by desperation. Can’t resolve it geographically, so it is chrystallized and they have to go on indefinitely living that way.

708 Evelyn’s tragedy: Vagabonds and Debut

709 Plot—if I were rich. He became such Dream (not told) starts with who he wouldn’t help, unsympathetic. Goes through schemes Princeton, etc. People that he wouldn’t help become more and more sympathetic in bad place. Other schemes fail. Wakes up disillusioned. Would now help—those people

710 Early Contacts —When I was young I had the opportunity of meeting a very few great men anonymously. They were all in varying degrees unconscious of the fact that they were meeting one of the—but no, let that pass it has no place in a perfectly serious piece which is to describe the influence of big people on a once pure and sensitive— plasm.

711 Caruso
A. D. Hurt (Alger boy)
W. J. Bryan
Hobey Baker
Stuart Hienzeman
Taft (?)
Duc de Richlieu and Lord Aberdeen
Freddy McLaughlin

712 Andrew Fulton, a facile character who can do anything is married to girl who can’t express herself. She has a growing jealousy of his talents. The night of her musical show for the Junior League comes and is a great failure. He takes hold and saves the pieces and can’t understand why she hates him for it. She has interested a dealer secretly in her pictures (or designs or sculptures) and plans to make independent living. But the dealer has only been sold on one specimen. When he sees the rest he shakes his head. Andrew in a few minutes turned out something in putty and the dealer perks up and says “That’s what we want.” She is furious.

713 A Funeral—His own ashes kept blowing in his eyes. Everything was over by six and nothing remained but a small man to mark the spot. There were no flowers requested or proferred. The corpse stirred faintly during the evening but otherwise the scene was one of utter quietude

714 Story about man trying to live down his crazy past and encountering it everywhere.

715 Ballet Story —Baseball-Lifar

716 Movie talk-back idea

717 A tree finding water pierces roof and solves a mystery

718 Father teaches son to gamble on fixed machine; later the son unconsciously loses his girl on it.

719 A criminal confesses his crime methods to a reformer, who uses them that same night.

720 Girl and giraffe

721 Marionettes during dinner party meeting and kissing

722 Play opens with man run over

723 Play of gangster—balloons

724 Play about a whole lot of old people—terrible things happen to them and they don’t really care.

725 Dolly Wilde

726 Flower shop, Bishop, Malmaison, Constantine, clinics, black men, nurses

727 Caulkins or Eduardo story

728 Snubs—Gen. Mannsul, Telulah phone, Hotel O’Connor, Ada Farewell, Toulman party, Barrymore, Talmadge, and M. Davies. Emily Davies, Tommy H. meeting and bottle, Frank Ritz and Derby, Univ. Chicago, Vallambrosa and yacht, Condon, Gerald in Paris, Ernest apartment.

729 The Tyrant Who Had To Let His Family Have Their Way For One Day.

730 Idea of accidental death of wife husband is tired of. Makes a hero of her after.

731 For Sketch—Memories of the war
How I took the brass band to etc.

732 Story: A man who wanted an elephant, or some such one of the wisest of beasts who could not talk. Then began to try to teach him to talk.

733 The Dancer Who Found She Could Fly

734 Words

735 Boobs Bones Mistaken for John The Baptist

736 There was once a moving picture magnate who was ship-wrecked on a desert island with nothing but two dozen cans of film. (Herbert Howe)

737 Angered by a hundred rejection slips he wrote an extroadinarily good story and sold it privately to twenty different magazines. Within a single fortnight it was thrust twenty times upon the public. The headstone was contributed by the Author’s League.

738 Idea—like in The Gallows Wait (unsuccessful in Fortitude) of a man taking girl for granted and coming back upon girl changed. Unable to understand at first. Examine the situation. In light of previous pop-into-bed spirit.

739 Short Story—man’s admission to himself that he’s no longer in love.

740 Somebody buying an old State car. (suggested by the car having belonged to a president)

741 The man who killed the idea tanks in England—his after life.

742 Play—The Office—an orgy after hours during the boom.

743 Gerald’s story of Clews.

744 Two things. Two parties at Ellerslie Smith and Lois.

745 Unusual death—man pierced by his own belt buckle.

746 Two middle-aged well dressed men meet on bridge where each intends suicide. They exchange stories. One has succeeded too late after terrible struggles, loss of girls etc. The other begins with great dreams, hint frustration, etc. But suprise end is, “No, I got it.”

747 A bat chase. Some desperate young people apply for jobs at Camp, knowing nothing about wood lore but pretending, each one.

748 Man who gives up just before his chance comes—but happy end and girl.

749 Bijou as a girl in Athens meeting German legacy people in secret. Representing her mother.

750 Seven instead of ten (crank’s idea)

751 Idea of husband who had on convention badge and lover on tram who pretends he doesn’t know husband and convinces indirectly of innocence. When he’s gone husband remembers badge.

752 Mrs. William Mitchell robbed.

753 Jesse or Shep, the bootlegger was deaf. W.C.T.U. preaching in St. Petersburg. $67,000 in three months during boom rum running. Girls on the street.

754 Phillip Marshall Brown on train about Buchmanism.

755 Marberry’s story about catcher who threw sweet potatoes.

756 Negro accused of chicken stealing makes up tragic and sympathetic defense—then pockets chickens and goes home.

757 Day with a busy man. Combine the day of Ernest’s pictures, the man of genius episode,

758 To make a study of Japanese humility—with myself as Japanese. Idea of height etc. Sharp differentiation from Jewish humility.

759 Story: Photographer looking for a picture surprised on a man’s face Crook Gambler looking for truth. Man being the one who gained the Sweepstakes. Both have to know the truth and suspect each other.

760 Driving over the rooftops on a bet.

761 Revenge plan: Man hates to vacate apartment. Gets notice must pull down blind while undressing. Plan made, he writes back snootily and at last moment fixes shade so it won’t lower so new tenant will be catch it.

762 Shoes used as man talking to woman. Or in musical comedy cartoon.

763 Story idea: Great man dies in sleep under unusual circumstances. Unusual tribute paid to him—this as main background. (men, women, children, niggers, old men, old women. Pick some vignettes) Story told thru eyes of daughter and beau retelling their affair. She is about 25 and has been her father’s secretary. Perhaps is sick and couldn’t be told. Look out for Browning story or Hardy.

764 Play founded on Highlands:
IT WAS JUST TOO BAD

Scene:

A drug store. A woman crying.

Scene:

A country club. Lover in the distance.

Scene:

A hotel—3 in the afternoon. Rain.

Curtain

Scene:

A drug store.

Scene:

A hotel room. Parting.

Scene:

A hotel room showing all involved.

Scene:

A drug store.

Scene:

The wreck afterwards.

Scene:

The drug store.

765 The going to the Riviera. The 35,000 a year. The table at Villa Marie. The attempt at adjusting swimming time. The aviation field. The garden in the morning. The Seldes. Night in St. Maxime. Feeling of proxy in passion strange encouragement. Costume—shaved legs. Invitation from the (Humersteins). Pictures of the picnic. The trip to Avignon. Down the street. The Rumanian army. He was sorry, knowing how she would pay. Bunny Burgess episode.

766 About being high up to insure direction.

767 A famous writer fakes his own death but things make him come back.
Or else he can’t.

768 G. men as Samurai class.

769 Life and death of love affairs.

770 Magician: 97 out of 100 things being the same. Says characteristic, really characteristic only of unusualness during honeynoon.

771 Josephine in War
Piggy Back Voyage
Candy Town
The Littlefields
Ball Player Possessed
The Casting Room
Revenge by making a person a dope fiend.
Siren System
The Carmagnole
Hog call
Zelda’s “not Judas.”
Jess old nigger prototype of master
Handshaking, and Pauline’s comment and mine.
Pigs and acorns
His good manners
Davenport moon-making
Tenant who sent his son through Sarycuse
The “Settlement.”
Calling cattle from one range to another

772 Old Ida finds bills and thinks they’re assets, presents and is sued and makes great reputation in her neighborhood.

773 Girl whose ear is so sensitive she can hear radio. Man gets her out of insane asylum to use her.

774 Boredom is not an end product, is comparatively rather an early stage in life and art. You’ve got to go by or past or through boredom as through a filter before the clear product emerges.

775 A man hates to be a prince, goes to Hollywood and has to play nothing but Princes. Or a general—the same.

776 He’s got ’em on his arms (Gerald’s Indian.)

777 Jackie Merkle, the mind-reader.

778 Book: It might have been me. My old idea of half truth half lie, including all notes and everything. Shoot the works.

779 I went on one of those Armistice Day bats and the girl I was with drove my car into a hotel lobby and knocked down a major. He really wasn’t hurt but he was shocked and they put me in Leavenworth to see whether he’d die or not. Only a couple of months—the girl’s father was a big man in Kansas and they acted very well about it.

780 A boy who always says about himself “I ain’t got no ker-r-ricketer, I ain’t got no self respect.” He has no confidence. Finally gets it.

781 Famous Drunks of History

782 The [thermometer] [therpapeter] and the man with his head under his arm.

783 Break up of family and mark on children

784 Scribner & Transon.

785 Vagabonds.

786 Machine gun scandal in Balkans.

787 Shooting at the Moon (play idea).

788 Virginia Graham.

789 Boat to Norfolk.

790 Begin with Connie Bennett being nice to Converse who is down and out, nicer and nicer, then jilting him.
Exact reverse of what happened to her.

791 Esquire idea about Othello’s speech.

792 Hand car in story. (Something about Carter Brown)

793 The gypsies at Hopkins.

794 “At Pauline’s”
Pure Gold,
Holy rollers, childrens’ faces, voice of preacher
Gypsies
Toilet
Getting Sherry, Burnsville.
Fitzgeralds vs. Brownells.
Rivierra House
Your property
Zelda’s eyes
Grandfather apostles beard
(con’t)

795 Astonishing story of Kelly; American College in Rome to Harry’s bar and whore-house.

796 Ghost of Vercingetorix crazy man.

797 Comparisons—Europe and America— for New Yorker article. Englishman who can’t get passport.
Cities

Stockholm

St. Paul and Minneapolis (Twin Cities)

London & Paris (their suburbs)

New York and Washington (Long Island)

Moscow

Chicago

Geneva, Munich

Boston

Manchester

Pittsburgh

Lyons

Detroit, Los Angeles

Berlin

Philadelphia

Marseilles

New Orleans, San Francisco

Milan

Baltimore, Cleveland

Bordeaux

St. Louis

Towns and Resorts

Gstaad

Asheville, N.C. Tryon. Lake Placid

Oxford

Princeton

Hiedelburg

Univ. Virginia, Leland Stanford

French Riviera

Palm Beach, Miama (Florida)

Italian “

Coronado, Santa Barbara (Calif.)

Monte Carlo

Aga Caliente

Hyeres, France

St. Petersburg, Fla.

St. Moritz

Western Place

Aix Les Bains and Vichey

Hot Springs, Va. and White Sulphur

Interlaken

Lake Champlain

Deauville and Trouville

The Main Coast (Kennebunkport & the 1000 Islands

Biarritz

Newport R. I.

Avignon, Aix-en-Provence

Charleston and Mobile

Valence (Provence)

Montgomery

Brighton

Atlantic City

798 Story—What becomes of old whores

799 Man has perfectly good case of hate and revenge against other—his liver (fact prepared for) falls out and it’s all changed yet he’s committed to idea—Reverse of suicide story. Or—he has to stop drinking to beat him up and no longer wants to beat him up.

800 The morning young Jackson came over about Ring on telephone

801 Play about boys from Newman

802 Play about wife and Prince Droit de Seigneur

803 Father and Polonius
Something that began from Greenland’s etc.
Whittier’s Barbara Fritchie with the words traitor and shame inked out and replaced by substitutes in the margin, and sections of Hamlet. Principly
Lend not etc.
Well, this brings up—“your father” (loan to that man)
Morgan affair. Smith parallel
My principles of loan
English cadging
Loaning in the morning
Finish
Father telling me about man who went to prison for telling lie (Shuttleworth)

804 The celebrity

805 John Jackson tries to get son to stop drinking

806 Man and crime. Through his eyes the guilty
Begin in mediores. Perhaps golf
Two ex-poor girls married to rich men try to return to former lives

807 Contemplating suicide a man does all he wants to do. Circumstances prevent and he lives in terror. But it was all good for him.

808 Basil of Bar Twenty or another

809 Josephine’s marriage or rather in Camp

810 Foley Family

811 Woman envies another for meeting Prince of Wales

812 Masseur blinded in war—Goucher wife, Baby seen through her eyes.

813 Could you have believed in 1929
That Kreuger —and Insull
That Colonel Lindbergh
That Princeton
That Hoover
That a Mob
That the Japanese
That U. S. Steel
That Spain
That the Hohenzollerns

814 Psychological movie with Rex Inghram.

815 For Esquire: Jealous husband meets wife’s lover on train. The bluff that convinces all, including the reader that the wife has “boasted.”

816 Scottie’s houseparty

817 The old “Smile for Sylvo” “Canary for two” “Dinner at Eight” theme, this time with a person ignorant of imminent and tragic parting of two lovers following them through what seems a perfect day in New York.

818 On Becoming a Bore

819 Bad parties we’ve given

820 Unattractive things girls do.

821 The Barnyard boys

822 Play—Two men alternately bored with city and country share country house.

823 For New Yorker “Getting Out.” Quiet couple go to Scarface.

824 Save the Indo-Chinese soldiers. Remember they don’t laugh.

825 Eye in back of head

826 The piano-movers. Man in one act analogistic play instructs four waiting piano movers in the higher conception. When the piano arrives they are unable to use it.

827 The Fellows yacht scandal

828 Easy Fables for Business Men

829 Fairy play laid in 1940. The pioneer.

830 The walking seven times around the deck after the most terrible stuff. Different line for each seven times. In novel with a new woman in Section II.
Why    Explanation of each of their lives like in advertising article

831 Title for Communist Article. “The Burning of the Book” from Chinese History.

832 Story of Fred Murphy

833 “Time Lapse”
(1) Man, girl, friend. Former thinks may happen but won’t—it is happening.
(2) Later—thinks it is now. Has happened and is over.

834 The Grotesque Stories

The Horror (St. Sulpice)
The Devil (A day of my Life)
Tiggy’s Dress Suit
Dr. Fay and the three colleges

835 AN AUTHOR TELLS ALL
Escape and so we have the Escape Autobiography
Youth, Rich Ancestry
Football
War (Escape from Germany capture Kaiser) and Revolution
Hollywood
Money making. Bull market
Flying Pacific
Marriages. Giving up Mary, Gretta, etc.
Civil murder and Dot King Case
Breaking up gangs
Writing success. Nom de Plumes
To the South Seas and back
Charming retreat at etc.
Rescues at sea, fire.
All the things I’d like to have done. And you better hurry up with the check for this or I won’t be able to pay my week’s hotel bill.

836 The great Morons of the world (their Ages)

837 New Masses. Father Baron and the nun (for an actor)

838 The Pardners

839 That September 1924, I knew something had happened that could never be repaired.

840 Clarence Brown’s stories

841 Girl married a dissipated man and keeps him in healthy seclusion. She meanwhile grows restless and raises hell on the side.

842 The Party Dress (Hergy)

843 My idea about depth in three dimension pictures about submarines.

844 Hollywood Doctor

845 This is the first of six original stories written for the Screen. They will not be offered to magazines. This is not because, in any sense, they are inferior products but because the magazines expect from this author descriptive and “mental” values rather than dramatic values. Also the lengths.

846 Trinidad: The Redlegs are the rear guard of Monmouth’s army.

847 Story about 1st flight—man can’t marry dumb girl in last flight because of eugenics. Fixes test to prove value of beauty.

848 “—I hadn’t been within miles of the lines and I was very bored and had nothing to write home. I wrote my mother that I’d just saved the lives of Pershing and Foch—that a bomb had fallen on them and I’d picked it up and thrown it away. And what did mother do but telephone the news about her brave boy to every paper in Philadelphia.”

1721 Syndicate idea
Erroneous news paragraph contributed by Miss Information.

1724 Novel IndexFor PostMy Successful Year.

It is impossible to tell this story without gloating. If I attempted to tell it with the exquisite modesty, the taste of Joseph Conrad, it would be a falsification, for this story is bumptious and gluttinous—call it crude, coarse, and be done with it.

1735 Idea of play in which dolls grow older.
I Dolls new
II Dolls crisis
III Dolls older than humans.

1741 Story of Leland Hayward

1742 Story of Marion Davies

1743 For story contrast, the Magazine types.

1750 A story—
The arrival at the chateau. (Rich family arriving. Poor family in contrast.) Suggested by Gt. Amer. Fortunes.

1756 Opera plot: A youth, unjustly imprisoned and embittered, joins big mobster. Idealistically disillusioned, he is redeemed.

1761 Story—A hole or bag in which someone finds all the things he’s ever lost.

1770 The Woman’s Times.

1771 The suit beginning in 1000 about land in Naples given away by mistake for the millenium.

1778 Man playing harp as piano.

1794 Russell Woolcott’s turtle that grew and diminished

1796

Ages 1700—1967

Monarchs

Louis XIV

Philos.

Voltaire

Nations

Washington

Tyrants

Napoleon

Peace

Victoria

Science

Darwin

Empire

Wilson

Revolution

Lenin

1803 Story idea about prison. Girl hates town. Meets convict released. Helps him and when he goes back, she does, too.