In a letter to E. B. White, he describes his search.

E. B. White has a stone in there somewhere, too, although it was a very small pile when he made his contribution.

So yesterday the question was: Are you familiar with E. B. White?

E. B. White spent so long on that book, to get just the right words.

Now that E. B. White is dead, for example, the big companies apparently see no future in publishing essays.

First was E. B. White, whose prose set the tone for the magazine's opening pages in the early years.

E. B. White himself wrote about the nature of this work based on the original owner of the public.

The staff contacted a relative to the author E. B. White, but she would not clear the use of the book.

Still, her writing follows what E. B. White once called "the neighborhood pattern."

E. B. White once wrote that a commuter is one who spends his life in riding to and from his wife.