CARDIGAN CHRONICLE CARDIGAN MOUNTAIN SCHOOL, CANAAN, N. H.
VOL. 11 NO. 15
Throughout the year, the Chronicle staff has been toying with the idea of putting out a literary issue of the Chronicle , composed mostly of creative writing. · In this four page edition, we are ding just that. With the cooperation of the English Department, the staff has selected ,wihat it consic/Jers the best creative writings ·on campus. The Editors
Academic Committe The Academic Committee is a group of boys, on the Privilege List, who on unscheduled afternoons, generously give their time to supervise and set an example of good study habits for the boys on Academic Campus to follow. "I want you!"
'Invitation' All of the friends of Cardigan Mountain School are cordially invited to attend Commencement Exercises on June 8, 11:00 a. m. ,at the Old North Church and to the buffet luncheon which immediately follows at the school. We have especially enjoyed in the past having this opportunity to greet the readers of the Chronicle.
The group consists of eight representatives from the seventh, eighth and ninth grades. They are Walton Harman, Sheldon Lathrop, Edward Rossmoore, David Gallagher, Terry Baker, Robert Effinger and Richard Bell, who is the Committee Chairman. The committee feels that it has made, in some cases, remarkable progress with the boys on Academic Campus. Ed Rossmoore '64
Light and Dark The sun, like a giant thunderball, blazed in the sky and the palm trees swayed gently in the Doctor's wind and an exotic bird chirped in the woods . The dark green moss, in front of the stone porch, looked inviting and cool. A large parrot fluttered down onto the trees from some unknown height. The beach looked like white salt running into an aquablue sea. Off to the right, a . beautiful waterfall spilled cool water into a clear pool, which sparkled in the sun. A large flamin go sat on his stilt-like leg ducking his head every now and then, into the cool clear water. A fish jumped and then disappeared.
Later, a bat winged · his way through the Undertaker's Wind, sending his shrill cry and chirping out in the atmosphere. Night had fallen, like a curtain on a final act. The night was full of chirping of small creatures going about their nocturnal habits. A turtle, weighing about 150 pounds, crawled across the beach , causing a dark trail to be left, as he turned up the wet sand. The moon cast its shadow and cold light down upon the scene, like a heavenly spotlight. As if the volume had been turned off instantly, all night sounds ceased. A black cloud began to surround (Continued on page 3.)
MAY, 1963
Duke It was about eight o'clock on a Tuesday night. The usual hangers on at the pool room were around. Business wasn't too rushing, but the pool game was going strong. It was then that I looked up from behind the counter and saw this big negro walk in. Now don't get the idea that I am a segregationist or something but it was a little out of the ordinary to see a lone negro come in. Usually they came in groups and just showed their contempt for the whites. But he came in alone and ambled over to the pool tables, as if he had come in every night for the last ten years! Just then little Joe Collins put up his stick and announced that he was quitting. I heard the negro speak then, for the first time . He spoke very softly and asked if he might play. The boys didn't have any objections, and I even saw a couple of them exchange sly winks . They thought that he was going to be "cleaned." The men dropped the little balls into the tumbler. One of them shook them up and passed a ball to each of the boys. (Continued on page 3)
Peace of Death I had my own love until I was stricken by that horrible arm, that finger of Death. That terrible• arm, that within me doth dwell, Urging toward the end of my days, onward toward Hell. That day of reckoning shall come soon. I will not be afraid, I shall face my Creator. Unafraid shall I be, ready to join the moon In its heavenly journey about the earth. There shall I find peace, the peace of Death, The peace but God can bring, that heavenly peace ,that peace so desired and wanted - the peace of Death. Dick Bell '63