At that moment Sally teasdale, the Mayor's secretary, spotted their group and hurried over.
"The Year When Stardust Fell"
Raymond F. Jones
Not as good as poetry by Sara teasdale.
"Jerry's Charge Account"
Hazel Hutchins Wilson
A poem called A Winter Night reveals Sara teasdale as thoroughly at home in Manhattan as the most bucolic shepherd among his flocks.
"The Poet's Poet"
Elizabeth Atkins