Excerpt 3 from STATE FAIR by Phil Stong

Only Abel felt the dews which came toward morning and saw the trees faintly begin to silhouette themselves against a dawning gray light. A little later he could see the sunrise from the side door of the truck, and then he began to hear a rising chorus of farm animals from the farms which drifted by the car. Only Abel saw the freshly gilded dome of the Capitol suddenly shine out over Des Moines, and the newly whitewashed Fair Buildings which promised them carnival from the near side of the town. At the gates he halted and showed a sleepy watchman his entry slip for Blue Boy. Mrs. Frake started up.

"Wake up, children," she cried, "wake up! We're here! We're at the Fair!"


State Fair, by Phil Stong

Come see the University of Iowa Press at the State Fair this year on opening day, tomorrow, from 3:00pm - 9:00pm!