ABSTRACT
In reviewing one of those too, too extensive compendiums of brief fiction, astute, harsh-eyed Critic Clifton Fadiman protested, “How could they have left out George Milburn?” Indeed, no survey of the American short story which omits his work may have aspirations toward completeness. Milburn is only thirty, but he has been in there swinging with distinction for some time. While still in Oklahoma University, he wrote pieces for the regional annual Folk Say which attracted the attention of the man who has done so much for new writers, Henry Mencken. Soon he was being published in The American Mercury, and then all over the place. The cream of these yarns eventually was collected in his excellent books, Oklahoma Town and No More Trumpets. After wandering about a great deal he now seems to have found his proper place. For the past year he has been living in the Ozark Hills, near Pineville, Missouri, where, if he has his way about it, he’ll be for many more.
