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Our story today is called the Wide Net. It was written by Eudora Welty. Here is Larry West with the story. William Wallace Jameson's wife Hazel was going to have a baby, but this was October, and the baby wouldn't be borne until April. Hayzel acted a
Our story today is called The Cask of Amontillado. It was written by Edgar Allan Poe. Here is Larry West with the story. Fortunato and I both were members of very old and important Italian families. We used to play together when we were children. For
Our story today is called A Girl for Walter. It was written by Theodore Jacobs, here is Shep O'Neal with the story. We never knew what Walter was. But we called him, ur, idiot. We called him that without knowing if he really was as foolish and stupid
I arrived in America one sunny morning. But I did not feel I was here yet. Flying on an airplane from Lagos, Nigeria to New York City, to Los Angeles, California did not carry my mind with me right away. I had to catch up with my body. The United Sta
And now the weekly Special English program American Stories. Our story today is called Marshal in Rome, it was written by May Brisken. Here is Keg Lant with our story. Often when he stood next to his wife, Marshal reminded me of an unhappy dog. His e
[00:03.78]William Bloom, United Press International. If I could just... 联合新闻社,威廉布鲁 [00:13.74]We communicated indirectly, I guess. 我想我们彼此是间接联系 [00:15.66]In her letters and Christmas cards, my mother wrote for
Olive Bowen made some hot coffee to take to her husband Nate who was over in the barn. He was helping their cow Maudie to give birth. Olive herself was expecting a baby very soon. She felt heavy and moved around slowly. The coffee boiled on the stove
As soon as I saw Anvol sitting in the apple tree I knew we would fight. I also knew he would win. But winning or losing was not important, at least not so important as getting him down from the tree. The tree was mine. It was a young tree and it had
Elizabeth. Betty Talen turned to her best friend Debby, I hate it when my mother calls me Elizabeth, it always means I have to do some work. Betty made her music louder and the two girls laughed. Betty and Debby are 12 years old and live in Fairbanks
Father, what are the men digging over in the field for? The old man shut his mouth and continued getting his horse ready to ride. They were in the barn, standing before the wide open doors. The spring air was full of the smell of growing grass. Adoni
Mr. Dow's store was widely known throughout the neighborhood. It sold many different things. Both old and young came here to shop for special items. They could find kitchens, large and small wallets to hold coins and paper money, packs of playing car
As a boy Knute Axelbrod always wanted to be a student. But he never had time to learn. He married young and had to work to get money to educate his children. But a lifetime of hard farm work did not destroy his love for books and beauty. His wife die
(MUSIC) Our story today is called To Build a Fire. It was written by Jack London. Here is Harry Monroe with the story. (MUSIC) Storyteller: The man walked down the trail on a cold, gray day. Pure white snow and ice covered the Earth for as far as he
Now, the VOA Special English program American Stories. Our story is called The Animals Give Themselves from the book Cloudwalker by Joel Monture, published by Fulcrum Publishing. Mr. Monture is a Native American from the Mohawk nation. He has written
Mrs. Henry Miller had lived alone for several years. Her husband was dead. But he had left her a comfortable amount of money. He also had left her a nice apartment in New York City near the East River. There were three other apartments in the large b
Our story today is called Pigs Is Pigs. It was written by Ellis Parker Butler. Here is Shep O'Neal with the story. Mike Flannery, the agent of the Interurban Express Company leaned over the desk in the company's office in Westcote and shook his fist.
Once there was a Czechoslovakian violin player who lived in Sweden. His name was Rudolf. Some of his friends said he could not play the violin very well. He was too restless and travelled around too much. Rudolf did travel. That is true. He travelled
Today we complete the story Paul's Case. It was written by Willa Cather. Here is Kay Gallant with the story. Paul was a student with a lot of problems. He hated school. He didn't like living with his family on Cordelia Street in the industrial city o
The old Indian was sitting in the snow. It was Koskoosh, former chief of his tribe. Now all he could do was sit and listen to the others. His eyes were old, he could not see. But his ears were wide open to every sound. Aha, that was the sound of his
Let's Hear It for Mom! 听听妈妈的故事 Where would we be without mothers, those tireless caregivers who wipe our noses, pack our lunches, cry at our weddings, and always consider us, though we may already be adults, their babies? Although we ma