T HE THRE E young men sat at a table in the back room of Swede's Bar, playing cards and drinking beer. It was Saturday night. It was dance night, and a monotonous rapping of drums and the flat screech of a saxophone from the Legion Hall across the street drifted in the screen door that opened into the alley...
"A Song for Margie,"
Sketch: Vol. 35
, Article 6.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol35/iss2/6