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Literary
October 24, 1936
Henderson Daily Dispatch
Henderson, Vance County, North Carolina
What is this article about?
Alix, disillusioned with New York life, spends a week with visiting Bill from Bairdsvale. They explore the city, dining and sightseeing, though she finds little joy. She feels affection for his care and concern, but dreads returning to loneliness after he leaves.
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wants your job. Keyed to the cadence of the city. Living under a tension."
Why did she babble on so? Why didn't she talk naturally? Because there wasn't anything to say. Because she wasn't interested in anything. And because she didn't want to talk, she had him take her to the theater.
She bought a new evening dress and got no pleasure from its warm coral color. She danced to toneless music.
They tried Chinatown, ate in Italian, French and German restaurants. They went to a fiesta down in Mulberry street and to see the Finnish dances on the mall in Central park.
It wasn't fun for her but she did her best for Bill. It was, at least, a week when she fell into bed and right into sleep. And she wasn't lonely that week. Also, there was a stirring within her, a feeling of abiding affection for Bill and gratitude for his wide, delighted grin, his sturdy shoulder beside her own.
She liked his hearty laugh and the strange embarrassment he couldn't hide when some of her unhappiness came out on her face. Then, she gave him back a rueful smile and was pleased to see how easily she had dispelled his concern.
Alix was not meant for independence. She needed attention, basked in it. Bill gave it to her. He made her wear her rubbers when they went to walk around the corner to a tea room for supper. He declared that her light wrap wasn't warm enough when they rode on top of a Fifth avenue bus.
No girl could get fat and healthy eating eternal vegetable salads, he said sternly at lunch, and sat over her while she ate a lamb chop.
She wished that he didn't have to go back to Bairdsvale--he stayed an extra week--because then she would be alone again.
The last night of his stay, she insisted that they have dinner at her house.
Bill was glad enough to. The first time he had seen her in New York, she had offered to give him dinner at her apartment. He had said he couldn't see her in a domestic role: she was his "romantic lady".
His romantic lady had worn him out this time. He was beginning to see why she was white and drawn. It was New York. Bill began to have a defensive complex.
"New York's a great place if you like it." he said while they sat before the hearty fire he had built.
"So few people really do," Alix said noncommittally and lifted the cover of the coffee urn to see
Why did she babble on so? Why didn't she talk naturally? Because there wasn't anything to say. Because she wasn't interested in anything. And because she didn't want to talk, she had him take her to the theater.
She bought a new evening dress and got no pleasure from its warm coral color. She danced to toneless music.
They tried Chinatown, ate in Italian, French and German restaurants. They went to a fiesta down in Mulberry street and to see the Finnish dances on the mall in Central park.
It wasn't fun for her but she did her best for Bill. It was, at least, a week when she fell into bed and right into sleep. And she wasn't lonely that week. Also, there was a stirring within her, a feeling of abiding affection for Bill and gratitude for his wide, delighted grin, his sturdy shoulder beside her own.
She liked his hearty laugh and the strange embarrassment he couldn't hide when some of her unhappiness came out on her face. Then, she gave him back a rueful smile and was pleased to see how easily she had dispelled his concern.
Alix was not meant for independence. She needed attention, basked in it. Bill gave it to her. He made her wear her rubbers when they went to walk around the corner to a tea room for supper. He declared that her light wrap wasn't warm enough when they rode on top of a Fifth avenue bus.
No girl could get fat and healthy eating eternal vegetable salads, he said sternly at lunch, and sat over her while she ate a lamb chop.
She wished that he didn't have to go back to Bairdsvale--he stayed an extra week--because then she would be alone again.
The last night of his stay, she insisted that they have dinner at her house.
Bill was glad enough to. The first time he had seen her in New York, she had offered to give him dinner at her apartment. He had said he couldn't see her in a domestic role: she was his "romantic lady".
His romantic lady had worn him out this time. He was beginning to see why she was white and drawn. It was New York. Bill began to have a defensive complex.
"New York's a great place if you like it." he said while they sat before the hearty fire he had built.
"So few people really do," Alix said noncommittally and lifted the cover of the coffee urn to see
What sub-type of article is it?
Prose Fiction
What themes does it cover?
Love Romance
Social Manners
What keywords are associated?
New York Life
Romantic Affection
Urban Discontent
City Exploration
Emotional Dependency
Literary Details
Key Lines
"New York's A Great Place If You Like It." He Said While They Sat Before The Hearty Fire He Had Built.
"So Few People Really Do," Alix Said Noncommittally And Lifted The Cover Of The Coffee Urn To See