The courthouse square of our town is always crowded on summer Saturday nights. Cars are wedged neatly around the four sides of the square in every available parking place, the shops and groceries are ablaze with lights, and horns honk wildly as little children dash across the streets to join their friends in playing tag on the courthouse lawn. As one makes one's way through the crowd, women with bundles of all sizes and shapes and grocery bags with celery peeping out of the tops jostle one from all sides. Farmers dressed in faded overalls and toddlers licking ice cream cones bump elbows with girls in too short skirts and soldiers in from the nearby camp. Everyone seems in a great hurry to go nowhere, except the teen-age boys and girls, whose destination is well-known.
Black, Mary Elizabeth
""Saturday's Child Has Far To Go","
Manuscripts: Vol. 11
, Article 5.
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