THE BATTLE OF WASHINGTON SQUARE
By Richard Connell HE wore no collar. If he had, it would have been size…
The $25,000 Jaw
By Richard Connell “Rather thirsty this morning, eh, Mr. Addicks?” inquired Cowdin, the chief purchasing…
Sssssssssshhhh!
Richard Connell It was at Billup, Ohio, that Larry Carraway saw the mysterious stranger with…
SON OF A SLOGANEER
Richard Connell MR. BOWSER thumbed a buzzer. His secretary popped into his office. All his…
Shoes
Richard Connell “Your name?” “William Felton.” “Speak louder, can’t you?” “William Felton.” “Your age?” “Twenty-two.”…
Mr. Pottle and the South-Sea Cannibals
By Richard Connell I. Mr. Pottle was a barber, but also a man of imagination,…
Mr. Pottle and the One Man Dog
By Richard Connell “Ambrose! Ambrose dear!” The new Mrs. Pottle put down the book she…
Mr. Pottle and Pageantry
By Richard Connell I. “He wouldn’t give a cent,” announced Mrs. Pottle, blotting up the…
Mr. Pottle and Culture
By Richard Connell Out of the bathtub, rubicund and rotund, stepped Mr. Ambrose Pottle. He…
Mr. Braddy’s Bottle
By Richard Connell I. “This,” said Mr. William Lum solemnly, “is the very las’ bottle…