Cheerful—By Request

Now don't misunderstand. Please! We're not presuming to dictate. Dear me no! We have always felt that the writer should be free to express that which is in his - ah - heart. But in the last year we've been swamped with these drab realistic stories. Strong relentless things you know about dishwashers with a lot of fine detail about the fuzz of grease on the rim of the pan. And then those drear and hopeless ones about fallen sisters who end it all in the East River. The East River must be choked up with 'em. Now I know that life is real life is earnest and I'm not demanding a happy ending exactly. But if you could - that is - would you - do you see your way at all clear to giving us a fairly cheerful story? Not necessarily Glad but not so darned Russian if you get me. Not pink but not all grey either. Say - mauve. . . .