I was waiting for a phone call from my agent．He had left a message the night before, telling me that my show was to be cancelled．I called him several times, but each time his secretar
Twelve-year-old Paul Crossnickle has lived as a hero for six years now. It wasn’t until he wrote a composition for a recent class project, however, that he got the recognition he should have got. On
On a Friday night, a poor young artist stood at the gate of the New York railway station, playing his violin. The music was so great that many people stopped to put some money into the hat of the yo
