Saturday is difficult to resist patronizing, but this group of stories will fare much better in the South than up with us Northern slickers. Mr. Rosebrook's idea of characterization is to project a monolithic mood of anger, spirituality, ingenuousness, or pathos. The particular Saturday which unites these stories occurs in June, 1952, on the day a young Korean war hero returns to a roaring welcome home in Emeritus, West Virginia. Rarely, however, do any of the characters' paths cross from the various stories, and this seems a tactical error. But the fact is that if any of these characters were to impinge on each other, the author would be forced into a psychological complexity he is at present not willing to attempt. Persistently, he plucks one string in each tale. The stories are simple, plausible items, despite occasional rhetoric. The central conception is betrayed, though, when the two best stories don't even really take place in Emeritus but are about the travels of a Negro boxer and a blind folksinger. That should prove something to the author.