One of the fun things about poking through the Quarto archives is that, like in a lot of literature studies, you can come up with unique little intersections over time and space. I was going through the Fall 1954 issue, trying to see if anything caught my interest, when I was stopped momentarily by a what looked like a block print of a still life. We’ve been debating for a couple of years now whether or not we would include art or whether it would distract too much from the content, so I looked at the facing page to see how it matched up and found this little poem by one Winifred Hunt. It’s not exactly appropriate for the season, but recalls a little bit of the warmth of earlier months.
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Taking a quick glance at this, I was reminded
