Awards for authors asking aid: The Home Forum Competition
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Rudyard Kipling, c/o Douglas Anderson, La Jolla, Calif. Why do I need it? Let me count the ways. Well known is poorness as the poet's plight, Our richness only in the words we write. The needs are simple in this poet's days: First, paper, pen, and ink to script my phrase, Some candles to turn back the dark at night, The landlord's due - for humble living site, Plain basic fare upon my mealtime trays ... Whatever you can grant I pledge to use To free me for the calling I profess. One thought to weigh, the whilst you sort and choose: E'en pittance to a poet seems largesse.Skip to next paragraph
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, c/o Charlotte Covell Ritchie, Eastham, Mass.
It is a damp, drizzly November in my soul and I find myself growing grim about the mouth. Dollars damn me. My mind is turbid, the children's cheeks are pale, and all my books are botches. Will you apply to General Pierce in my behalf? As president of the United States, he may be able to find a position for yr. dismal friend,
Herman Melville, c/o Mary M. Kellogg, Wichita, Kan. P.S. A situation not too near the water would suit Mrs. Melville. In our haste to immortalize country and queen, we've lacked a picture that's true of life as it's lived in lands rarely seen. Hence my proposal to you. I am older, dear fellows, yet with my last wits I'll study such life as is found on the beaches of Nevis, Tortola ... St. Kitts! and islands they surround. I'll need passage for two and as you can spare. I shan't be requiring a palace. But perhaps you could manage additional fare to transport the bags of dear Alice?
Lewis Carroll, c/o C. J. Brady, Cincinnati I need but 50 pounds (A pittance 'gainst the gain
'Twill gender in good England's soul, Which languid long has lain).
My Ancient Mariner in Rime Reaches far too few; But as a play, ah, think, Kind Sirs, What the Mariner could do!
An albatross seen round the neck, Will move men with magic potent, While hardly a word about the bird Is likely to be quotent.
For 50 pounds the Rime's sights and sounds From the stage can issue free. And lift men's souls to higher goals. Yours truly, S.T.C.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, c/o Doris Deming, Hastings, Mich. Creative Arts Foundation, New York City Dear Patron-Friends,This letter's a request For aid, on which I trust that you'll take pity, - For help, for which I hope I'll pass the test. I seek a modest grant, a special boon, To do James Whitcomb Riley's life, who wrote Such gems of humor as ''Knee-deep in June.'' He was a Hoosier poet of some note, A sort of homespun humorist, by trade. Help me his life and writings to explore. With thanks to you,
Respectfully,George Ade, c/o Joseph Paddock, Bloomington, Ill. My bank account's zero, my credit is nil, My cupboard is sadly in need of refill; They've taken my car, I'm having to leg it, Unless a free ride I can manage to beg it; The rent's overdue, the landlord is rigid, A park bench won't do when the weather is frigid. Refusals, denials, my pleas will outlive - You might as well break down now and GIVE.
Dorothy Parker, c/o Mary C. Armstrong, Waco, Texas
More blessed am I with Strengthe in Mynde than Body, more richly blessed in Offspryng than in Purse. Human Needs must daily bynde this Parent to her Pots and Needles, but shall I then neglect instruction of eight Souls? If Thou wouldst grant me means to hire Handes, I couldst then direct my Energies to Pen, to feed my Nestlings moral Truths and Meditations which, God willing, will nourish and enrich them much as mutton Stew. Noble it is to perform good homely Tasks, which I wouldst shirk only to give Tyme more fully to God's Work, to nurture Myndes.
Anne Bradstreet, c/o Polly G. Kemp, Heber Springs, Ark.
As a graduate of Harvard College (class of 1837), I reluctantly but of necessity apply for pecuniary assistance in completing a literary project to be titled ''Walden,'' a work celebrating the simple life. My income from surveying, teaching, and pencil manufacture is inadequate to sustain even the austere life I live in my research at Walden Pond. In a word, I am hungry. Beans, cornmeal, and molasses are not conducive to the production of literary excellence. Alas, Sirs, I need stronger sustenance. I am finding that the simple life I espouse does not extend to my food.