17 JULY 1936, page 14
On The Dole
By WALTER GREENWOOD I WRITE these lines in Glasgow. It is a cool Sunday evening, and I am standing in the middle of a smallish crowd of unemployed working men, most of whom are......
Career
By KAY BOYLE T HE day was quite fair and the ground soft as spring under foot, and the boy and the diviner set off together to walk to the farm. The diviner was a tall man and......