The arrival of Harriet the Spy with fanfare and announcements of approval for its "realism" makes me wonder again why that word is invariably applied to stories about disagreeable people and situations. Are there really no amiable children? No loyal friends? No parents who are fundamentally loving and understanding? I...
28 November 1964Mrs. Ruth Hill ViguersThe Horn Book, Inc.585 Boylston StreetBoston, Mass., 02116Dear Mrs. Viguers,It is very good of you to increase my payment again. As you know, I have never asked for an increase or even hinted that an increase might be in order for I know that The...
By Lillian H. Smith“Listen,” said the Doctor. “All you have heard about Old Narnia is true. It is not the land of men. It is the country of Aslan, the country of the Waking Trees and Visible Naiads, of Fauns and Satyrs, of Dwarfs and Giants, of the gods and...
EZRA JACK KEATS, Author-IllustratorThe Snowy Day (Viking)In this mood book, never static but sparkling with atmosphere in lovely water-color pictures, a small boy experiences the joys of a snowy day. The brief, vividly expressed text points out his new awareness of the sight and texture of snow (the crunch, crunch...
Editorial by Ruth Hill ViguersWith the season of graduations upon us we will be hearing many speeches extolling wisdom and the other virtues that young people will need for their roles in the future. Recently I heard a speaker explain that “bookishness” was not enough, that book knowledge had to...
To Bertha E. Miller, for some time "Early one morning in the spring", with very much appreciation.Marcia BrownDear Mrs. MillerI want to tell you how much I enjoyed meeting you and how much it meant to me to hear your speech recalling Elizabeth Miller, Mukeiji, and the others, whom I...
by Edward EagerIt is customary, in writing of E. Nesbit, to begin by telling how one first read her stories in The Strand Magazine, either devouring the installments one by one as they appeared, or perhaps even better, coming upon them unexpectedly in old bound volumes in some grandmotherly attic.This...
Editorial by Jennie D. LindquistAs I write this 1956 is just ending. There is much on the radio about the Hungarian refugees who have come and are coming to this country, and I am wondering what 1957, their first year in America, will mean, particularly to the children among them. What...
by Nancy WillardOne night a little girl looked out of her window and saw a new star in the sky.The little girl, who was very lonely, thought to herself, "How nice it would be to play with the star!" So she wished on the star and asked it to come...
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