James B. Hendryx -- Non-Fiction

Who Can Write Fiction?

When/Where:Oct 1942, The Writer
Beginning:

Hobos can, and have written very successful fiction. So have Phi Beta Kappas. And society matrons have, too.

To write salable fiction one need not be a graduate of a college, or even of a high school. Editors do not insist that a diploma shall accompany a manuscript. What they want, and will pay money for, is a story that will interest their readers. ...

Comment: This is from the manuscript. I have no printed copy.

The Harpes

When/Where: unknown / Short Stories pp. 97 (3 pages)
Subtitle: Scourge of the Wilderness Road
Beginning:

The years immediately following the American Revolution saw a mighty influx of restless souls into the new West. By land and by water they forged onward into the wilderness of forest and cane brake that lay to the westward of the mountains. Thousands floated down the Ohio and Tennessee Rivers and other thousands tramped or rode horseback over the Wilderness Road.

Comment: 3 magazine pages.

James Asasela -- an Anomaly

Date/Publication: unknown / Short Stories p96 (3 pages)
Beginning:

Fiji Jim is dead.
This statement may mean nothing to you, though many of you who attended the World's Fair in Chicago forty-odd years ago have seen him. But to the dwellers of the gaunt, lone land that borders the frozen sea, it will mean much. The Mounted Policeman, the traders, the explorers, the Eskimos of the Arctic coast have lost a comrade and a friend. The manner of his passing will never be known to a certainty. Fiji Jim has gone to join the long list of kindred spirits who wait to welcome him into the Valhalla of missing men, whose last moments must forever remain shrouded in mystery -- Sir John Franklin, Admundson -- and a host of others who have gone to their death amid the thunderous silence of the Arctic. The North guards her grim secrets jealously. ...