The Vegetable Or From President To Postman

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The Vegetable, or From President to Postman is a short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald that he developed into a play. The main character, Jerry Frost is a low-level clerk. He is in an unhappy marriage and throughout the work he is striving for something more, yet he consistently falls short. The setting is both the Midwest and the East. Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (1896 – 1940) was an American author of novels and short stories, whose works are the paradigmatic writings of the Jazz Age, a term he coined. He is widely regarded as one of the greatest American writers of the 20th century.

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Do opposites actually attract? 'Head and Shoulders' features the intellectual Horace, who is totally absorbed in his studies at Princeton, but falls for a spirited dancer despite trying to remain focused. As Horace tries to be more like his new love interest and she tries to adapt her personality to better fit him, they slowly find themselves living the other's life - for better or for worse, who knows. This short story was adapted into a silent film, 'The Chorus Girl's Romance'. Perfect for fans of ́The Great Gatsby ́. F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940) is one of the greatest American novelists of the 20th century and the author of the classics ‘Tender is the Night’ and ‘The Great Gatsby’, with the latter having been made into a film starring Leonardo DiCaprio and Carey Mulligan. Skillfully capturing the prosperity of post-World War One America, his writing helped illustrate the 1920s Jazz Age that he and his wife Zelda Fitzgerald were at the centre of.

This is the "living" room of Jerry Frost's house. It is evening. The room (and, by implication, the house) is small and stuffy-it's an awful bother to raise these old-fashioned windows; some of them stick, and besides it's extravagant to let in much cold air, here in the middle of March. I can't say much for the furniture, either. Some of it's instalment stuff, imitation leather with the grain painted on as an after-effect, and some of it's dingily, depressingly old. That bookcase held "Ben Hur" when it was a best-seller, and it's now trying to digest "A Library of the World's Best Literature" and the "Wit and Humor of the United States in Six Volumes." That couch would be dangerous to sit upon without a map showing the location of all craters, hillocks, and thistle-patches. And three dead but shamefully unburied clocks stare eyelessly before them from their perches around the walls.