A Box to Hide In by James Thurber first appeared in The New Yorker (January 24, 1931) and was also reprinted in the collection The Middle-Aged Man on the Flying Trapeze (1935). “I waited till the large woman with the awful hat took up her sack of groceries and went out, peering at the tomatoes…
Probably no one man should have as many dogs in his life as I have had, but there was more pleasure than distress in them for me except in the case of an Airedale named Muggs. He gave me more trouble than all the other fifty-four or -five put together, although my moment of keenest…
by James Thurber… The ghost that got into our house on the night of November 17, 1915, raised such a hullabaloo of misunderstandings that I am sorry I didn’t just let it keep on walking, and go to bed. Its advent caused my mother to throw a shoe through a window of the house next…
