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husband. —-Well, after that I started thinking of what she said. —“This guy Anderson must be pretty dirty or something-or else the teacher must be an awful prude.” There are many large stores in New York. The largest is Macy’s. Sometimes I wander about the store viewing exhibits. This day a sale was in progress on Modern Library books. I looked over a few. Prominent names. Many people were surging around the counters. Some called out their choice - I heard “Sons and Lovers” and “Anna Karenina” - I picked up a book. It was entitled “Winesburg, Ohio”. The name Anderson sounded vaguely familiar. Oh yes! I once caddied for a man by that name. He was a great golfer and a nice chap (There was invariably a 50 cent tip.). I bought the book on a hunch. I went home and read it. It was swell - honest! I re read it and had my friends read it - including my dentist. They all enjoyed it. “Doc” thought that story “Hands” was a masterpiece. But I felt the surge of the stories more keenly. Maybe I felt that way because I lived one half of my 20 years in a small town. Those tales hit home. They were genuine. I thought of Monticello, N.Y.