Ted Malone - Works

Works

His works include:

  • The American album of poetry, (January 1, 1938)
  • A Listener's Aid to Pilgrimage of Poetry: Ted Malone's Album of Poetic Shrines (NBC) by Ted Malone (January 1, 1939)
  • Ted Malone's Mansions of imagination album: A listener's aid to "American pilgrimage" (1940)
  • Ted Malone's Scrapbook: Favorite Selections From Between the Bookends (1941)
  • American pilgrimage, (January 1, 1942)
  • Between the Bookends with Ted Malone Volume Five (Hardcover - 1942)
  • Pack up your troubles: A collection of verse (January 1, 1942)
  • Yankee doodles: A book of American verse, (January 1, 1943)
  • The Pocket Book of Popular Verse (1945)
  • Ted Malone's Adventures in Poetry (1946)
  • The All-American book of verse;: Yankee doodles (January 1, 1948)
  • Ted Malone's Favorite Stories (1950)

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