PICTURESQUE SPEECH AND PATTER

RD JUNE 1952 A canyon filled to the brim with hush. DR CHARLES S. HEMPSTEAD A briefcase full of responsibility. UPTON SINCLAIR A bee was busily scolding a flower. JOHN MOORE

Candles wrestled with the darkness. STEFAN ZWEIG

The clock hands converged on 12, pinching out the last minutes of the day. JERRY MACMULLEN

In the quiet dusk the houses were waiting to gather in their families for the night. VIRGINIA LEE

Nimble as a spider. SYLVIA TOWNSEND WARNER