Carefree young U. S. citizens whose understanding of prohibition ends with the hard grins on the face of men that bring heavy bundles to their parents, last week turned a name over in their minds trying to think where they had heard it before. "F. Scott McBride?" they said. "Where before have I heard of F. Scott McBride?"
A few of them realized that they had never before heard of F. Scott McBride. The name they were half-remembering was F. Scott Fitzgerald. They had read novels by F. Scott Fitzgerald, works in which...
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