A literary rose blossomed in the desert last week. From Tucson's University of Arizona, after six years of planning, came the new Arizona Quarterly.* Its ambition was as big as the outdoors: to please, at the same moment, London litterateurs and "the intelligently alive men who run cattle" in Arizona.
The first issue succeeded surprisingly well, though cattlemen may scratch their heads over such lines as: "It was that they were there that held distances off"; and Londoners will probably be unmoved by the fact that the Owl Drug Store in Phoenix now...
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