But that's no reason why John shouldn't send his story to Blackwood's Magazine.
It is written by an Italian named Marinetti, in a magazine which is called Poesia.
I must beg your pardon for the epistle you sent me appearing in the Magazine.
I loaded the magazine and sat down to wait for the animals to land.
I called my sketch "A Patch of Light," and sent it to a magazine.
The magazine writers were "tearing off copy," the painters were simply "slapping it down."
My magazine editor said he would use it, but he, too, appeared surprised.
Or at a corner newsstand I would catch a glimpse of my name on the cover of some magazine.
I felt this first before the strike, when I went to my magazine editor.
I went back to my magazine editor and asked for a job in his office.