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[Letter to Mr. Gilman Hall, O. Henry's friend and Associate Editor of Everybody's
Magazine.]
"the Callie"—
Excavation Road— Sundy.
my dear mr. hall:
in your october E'bodys' i read a story in which i noticed some sentences as follows:
"Day in, day out, day in, day out, day in, day out, day in, day out, day in, day out, it had
rained, rained, and rained and rained & rained & rained & rained & rained till the
mountains loomed like a chunk of rooined velvet."
And the other one was: "i don't keer whether you are any good or not," she cried. "You're
alive! You're alive! You're alive! You're alive! You're alive! You're alive! You're alive!
You're alive! You're alive! You're alive! You're alive! You're alive! You're alive! You're
alive! You're alive! You're alive!"
I thought she would never stop saying it, on and on and on and on and on and on and on
and on and on and on and on and on. "You're alive! You're alive! You're alive! You're
alive! You're alive! You're alive! You're ALIVE!
"You're alive! You're alive! You're alive! You're alive! You're alive! You're alive! You're
alive! You're ALIVE!
"YOU'RE ALIVE!"
Say, bill; do you get this at a rate, or does every word go?
i want to know, because if the latter is right i'm going to interduce in compositions some
histerical personages that will loom up large as repeeters when the words are counted up
at the polls.
Yours truly
O. henry
28 West 26th St.,
West of broadway
 
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