BUTTERED SIDE DOWN STORIES BY EDNA FERBER MARCH, 1912 FOREWORD "And so," the story writers used to say, "they lived happily ever after." Um-m-m--maybe. After the glamour had worn off, and the glass slippers were worn out, did the Prince never find Cinderella's manner redolent of the kitchen hearth; and was it never necessary that he remind her to be more careful of her finger-nails and grammar? After Puss in Boots had won wealth and a wife for his young master did not that gentleman often fume with chagrin because the neighbors, perhaps, refused to call on the lady of the former poor miller's son? It is a great risk to take with one's book-children. These stories make no such promises. They stop just short of the phrase of the old story writers, and end truthfully, thus: And so they lived. E. F. CONTENTS I. THE FROG AND THE PUDDLE II. THE MAN WHO CAME BACK III. WHAT SHE WORE IV. A BUSH LEAGUE HERO V. THE KITCHEN SIDE OF THE DOOR VI. ONE OF THE OLD GIRLS VII. MAYMEYS FROM CUBA VIII. THE LEADING LADY IX. THAT HOME-TOWN FEELING X. THE HOMELY HEROINE XI. SUN DRIED XII. WHERE THE CAR TURNS AT 18TH BUTTERED SIDE DOWN I THE FROG AND THE PUDDLE Any one who has ever written for the magazines (nobody could devise a more sweeping opening; it includes the iceman who does a humorous article on the subject of his troubles, and the neglected wife next door, who journalizes) knows that a story the scene of which is not New York is merely junk. Take Fifth Avenue as a framework, pad it out to five thousand words, and there you have the ideal short story. Consequently I feel a certain timidity in confessing that I do not know Fifth Avenue from Hester Street when I see it, because I've never seen it. It has been said that from the latter to the former is a ten-year journey, from which I have gathered that they lie some miles apart. As for Forty-second Street, of which musical comedians carol, I know not if it be a fashionable shopping thoroughfare or a factory district. A confession of this kind is not only good for the soul, but for the editor. It saves him the trouble of turning to page two. This is a story of Chicago, which is a first cousin of New York, although the two are not on chummy terms. It is a story of that part of Chicago which lies east of Dearborn Avenue and south of Division Street, and which may be called the Nottingham curtain district.