The Writer, 40. sējumsWriter, Incorporated, 1928 |
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... York . $ 4.00 ; 20c . H. A. McComas , editor . Prints fiction of the sturdy red - blooded type that appeals to men , preferring cowboy , sport , out - door , adventure , humor , and western stories , with much action , strong , logical ...
... York . $ 4.00 ; 20c . H. A. McComas , editor . Prints fiction of the sturdy red - blooded type that appeals to men , preferring cowboy , sport , out - door , adventure , humor , and western stories , with much action , strong , logical ...
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... York , of which Oscar Graeve is now the editor , is seeking material , especially short stories , from new writers as well as old , fresh talent as well as seasons , un- known as well as known . The magazine particularly wants stories ...
... York , of which Oscar Graeve is now the editor , is seeking material , especially short stories , from new writers as well as old , fresh talent as well as seasons , un- known as well as known . The magazine particularly wants stories ...
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... York , is looking for short fillers , of from 300 to 650 words sketches , satires , etc. The magazine is , of course , in the market for longer articles of a general character , and for good short stories . THE CHICAGO DAILY NEWS - 15 ...
... York , is looking for short fillers , of from 300 to 650 words sketches , satires , etc. The magazine is , of course , in the market for longer articles of a general character , and for good short stories . THE CHICAGO DAILY NEWS - 15 ...
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... York , announces a $ 4,000 prize contest for cowboy short stories , and will award prizes of $ 2,500 , $ 1,000 , and $ 500 for all serial rights to the three best manu- scripts received . Manuscripts will be judged on ( a ) plot , ( b ) ...
... York , announces a $ 4,000 prize contest for cowboy short stories , and will award prizes of $ 2,500 , $ 1,000 , and $ 500 for all serial rights to the three best manu- scripts received . Manuscripts will be judged on ( a ) plot , ( b ) ...
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... York , for " Hands " ; and fifth prize , to Theresa Smith Robb , of Webster Groves , Mo. , for " Service . " This was the eleventh international poetry contest organized by the Amer- ican Section of the Poetry Society of Great Britain ...
... York , for " Hands " ; and fifth prize , to Theresa Smith Robb , of Webster Groves , Mo. , for " Service . " This was the eleventh international poetry contest organized by the Amer- ican Section of the Poetry Society of Great Britain ...
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