So, pretty much every time I go to the Usual Undisclosed Location I find artifacts.
It turns out that in 1951, my dad took the Writer’s Digest short story course.
He saved the brochure.
I have scanned it in its entirety for the edification of the Internet, and will be posting it here over the next little while.
Note quirky angles, cigarette, mid-century furniture, haircuts:
Furrowed brow, pipe, Writer’s Market, Underwood, crumpled attempts, Look, Redbook:
Free lance, people.