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LILYN E. CARLTON is a free-lance writer living in Oakland, California, with her psychiatrist husband and two children. This is her first appearance in Accent on Living.
W. F. MIKSCH is a free-lance writer living in Newtown, Connecticut. He was born in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, and attended Moravian College.
Born in Philadelphia and a graduate of the University of Pennsylvania, J. DAVID STERN began his career in journalism in 1908. Four years later he bought the New Brunswick TIMES, the first of a string of papers across the country whose fortunes he directed in a liberal tradition. As publisher of the Philadelphia RECORD and the New York POST, he became a power in Pastern politics and a close friend and adviser of FDR.
A member of the editorial board of the New York TIMES,who has been consulted in many an arbitration, A. H. RASKIN is keenly aware of the problems which the threats of automation and unemployment have imposed on the unions and on management. This is the fourth in his series of articles on the nations biggest labor unions. His next will deal with the longshore and maritime unions.
Novelist and short-story writer who spent his boyhood in Saskatchewan, WALLACE STEGNER is well aware of the literary dilemma he speaks of in this paper. As professor of English and director of the Creative Writing Center at Stanford, he has been able to share his perception with young writers who feel as he does about the West.
Raised in Harlem, MARTIN J. HAMER has since lived in every borough of New York except Staten Island. He writes, however, “I have spent most of my years traveling inside myself; for at least the horrors there are of my own making.” He works as an electromechanical designer and is an evening student at the City College of New York, where he is majoring in psychology.
RODERICK HAIG-BROWNwas born in England and came to Canada to work as a logger in the Northwest. When the opportunity arose for him to stake out his home,he and his wife chose to live on the fringe of the wilderness close beside the Campbell River,with its great seasonal runs of steelhead and salmon.
A salty, courageous critic whose happiest days as a newspaperman were spent in company with Frank R. Kent, Henry L. Mencken, and Hamilton Owens, all on the BaltimoreSUN, GERALD W. JOHNSONis the author of biographies of Woodrow Wilson, Franklin D. Roosevelt, Andrew Jackson, and John Paul Jones, and of ALITTLE NIGHT-MUSIC,as charming a book on amateur musicians as one can remember.
Now in his early thirties, ROBERT SOMERLOTTturned out enough fiction in his student days to fill a small library. After attending college in the Midwest, he wrote speeches for politicians, did newspaper work, and churned out commercial releases. Today he is concentrating on his own writing in a small Mexican rillage.
Poet, critic, and professor of Russian literature at Wesleyan University, F. D. REEVE served as Robert Frost’s interpreter when the poet visited the Soviet Union shortly before his death. The provocative account of this journey wilt be published in March in his book ROBERT FROST IN RUSSIA. In the following article, Mr. Reeve discusses the anomalous position of the creative writer in the Soviet Union.
DR. CARL D. TAYLOR was born in the Himalayas. His parents were medical missionaries, and as a boy he accompanied them on their extended tours of the Indian villages each year. A graduate of Harvard Medical School and presently director of the School of Hygiene and Public Health at Johns Hopkins, Dr. Taylor has repeatedly revisited the health centers in his native land.
A Dubliner who is generally regarded as one of the very best short-story writers of our time, SEAN O’FAOLAIN,in the following excerpt from his forthcoming autobiography. tells of his early years. His father was a policeman, and his mother look in lodgers from the Cork Opera House across the street. With his two brothers he lived in the garret, but the theater and the church and the rain god’s green beauty of the countryside were the brimmings which awakened the imagination of Ireland’s finest writer.