city-editor's

Updated: May 14, 2025

As he strolled homeward along a stately avenue, wondering what he could do to avert the retribution that moved toward the Downeys, and finding that his assistant city-editor's resourcefulness availed him naught, he heard the scamper of feet behind him and whirled about with cane upraised in time to bring a snarling chow dog to a stand. "Beat it, you brute!" he growled.

- O. Henry Memorial Award Prize Stories of 1921