Chronicle (May, 1966)

CARDIGAN CHRONICLE VOL . 15, NO. 12

CARDIGAN MOUNTAIN SCHOOL, CANAAN, N. II.

MAY, 1966 ·

Marine Private First Class Garfield H . Miller, Cardigan '61, is awarded the Purple Heart Medal by Marine Major General Sidney S. Wade, Commanding General of the 1st Marine Amphibious Corps, for wounds received in combat in Viet Nam. "Field" was wounded by artillery fragments at Da Nang in August. He is the son of William H. Miller, Hanover, N. H., and Mrs.

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Cardigan Mountain School cordially invites you to attend

Commencement Exercises Saturday, June the Fourth Nineteen hundred and sixty-six at eleven o'clock Canaan, New Hampshire

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The Day

By Steve Heath

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At the top of this paper is a small symbol showing that the Cardigan Chronicle is a member of the "Quill and Scroll." The "Quill and Scroll" is an honorary society for newspapers. A good many amateur newspapers belong to this society and anyone is permitted to join as long as they have a respected newspaper backing them up. It is not an exclusive society.

The "Quill and Scroll" also awards prizes for excellence in layouts, cartoons and outstanding editorials but to be eligible for these awards one has to be a member of the society, through a newspaper. All entries must be submitted by a certain date to qualify and are judged by a group of jud•g es. The "Quill and Scroll's" origin was at the School of Journalism, University of Iowa.

A little girl was playing contentedly in her yard that spring day.

The war was almost over, the blossoms were coming out, and it was a fresh spring day. Her home was a small farmhouse in Maryland not far from Washington. She was skipping merrily down the dirt road when she heard noises from inside the old barn. A man was talking to two other people, another man and a woman.

"Look, John, it has to be the 14th," said the woman.

"Yea, I suppose you're right," replied he, "The President will be in for a surprise tonight."

She turned away from the barn and ran back to her house to tell her mother and father. Panting hard, never having run so fast in her life, she stumbled as she ran up the doorstep into the house.

'Well, what's the hurry," asked her mother.

"Mommy, they're, they're . . ., breathing hard, she had to stop.

"They're going to kill him, they're going to kill the President."

"Now who told you that? Why don't you go outside and play?"

She reluctantly obeyed her mother. That evening at dinner she kept repeating that they were going to kill the President. But her parents persisted in ignoring her. Al-

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Sports Editor Ski News

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Music Editors

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Mimeographer Addressographer Alumni News

KEEPIN IT HID You don't have to hide it from me 'cos I see the blind man beggin' for dimes; the man who has lost both his legs; that poor lady a-cryin', an' all the other people silently dyin'.

Don't turn me away, don't block up my view, don't try an' tell me that it's really not there.

I'll find out someday, and then turn to you, an' think of all the lies that you told.

Don't teach me that eve,rything's fine, don't hide from me all that I'll see, 'cos sooner or later I'm gonna make a break, an' if you keep up this way I'll fall flat on my face 'cos you never told me.

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though she tried to persuade them, they paid no attention. After all, what does a 5 ye.a r-old girl know about the President, or even someone killing him? A young and frustrated girl went to bed annoyed ·by her parents lack of faith in her.

The date was April 14, 1865, close to the end of the Civil War. '}.'hat night a crazed actor named John Wilkes Booth assassinated the President of the United States.

Hugh H. Addy Mrs. David Shelton

Mascoma Week

Mrs. Douglas S. Johnson

Published Weekly .

'.\frs. Harold R. Wyman .M rs. Norman C. Wakely Mrs. Lawrence W. Talbert

Published by Cardigan Mountain School The Reporter Press, Canaan, N. H.

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Trash Trash is a very interesting thing when you look into it; trash is t-hings that have no use to one's fancy and people li.eave the no longer fancied articles into the waste basket. Trash is very unanimous; a person can find almost anything in trash.

Millions of people empty their waste baskets every day· and only a few pay close attention to what they are condemning to the :waste furnace on the outskirts of town. Few people realize that trash is unique in itself, except maybe Op art which is along the same line.

To give an example of trash -in this composition I'll describe the refuse I condemned Thursday mornin g; for it was on this morning that I got ·t he idea of wr iting about trash as I saw it flow out of the olive green tr ash bucket. I had just come through the door and was standing over the zinc coated trash can that had Bates wr,i tten on it in purple spray paint. The trash can was already overflowing with all kinds of rubbish thr own out by unaware people. I looked at the trash and thought that among the old soda cans and the empty boxes, C.M.S. t has the most interesting trash in -4 this part of the world. I surveyed the overflowing scene and decided to add to it some memories from yesterday. I aimed the can at the sea of trash and dumped it upside down so that the articles could contribute by splashing into the rubbish sea. I stared at the trash and the many things that dripped from the trash bucket, only to conclude that it was very interesting. As I looked at the scene my memory stirred and such things pronounced themselves in my mind as: that empty box for the shampoo that I clipped in town on Wednesdav. God! I almost got caught that tim ; ! Well, what do you know! There 's that empty jar of marshmallow fluff that my gross roommate is always eating. I'm glad you're gone! There 's some of that lousy bread I clipped from the kitchen last night. There's some remains of the cheerios I snatched from the cereal rack this morning. God, look at those soda cans, I've got to stop drinking so much of the gross stutr.

There are many more unimportant things in the trash that don't mean much but they stir the memory of one's mind. Try it next time you empty the trash.

-Ralph MacIntyre

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Talent Show Winner

A sixth grade student at Cardigan Mount ain School, Jerry Goodspeed has been a ventriloquist for three ye ars. His act recently at a Dollars for Scholars talent show at Macoma Re gional High School in West Canaan won first prize. Jerry is shown with Sylvester McGillicuddy, ~is red-headed dummy.

CMS News Briefs The Cardigan lacrosse team, accompani ~d by Mr. Chamberlain and Mr. Rouillard, travelled to Hanover to attend the Dartmouth-University of New Hampshire lacrosse game.

Guest speaker at a recent Sunday Chap el was Robert Penberty of Tilton Academy. His sermon topic was on the responsibilities of growing youth .

While waiting for the ice to leave Canaan Street Lake, the boys in the canoeing activ'ity have been canoein g the Mascoma River with Mr. Aldrich and Mr. Wakely supervising the group.

Wednesday, April 20, the baseball team, coached by Daniel Hazen,

opened its season with an away game against Tilton Academy. Cardigan lost 11-3.

Happy Hartdegen, an eighth grade student, has been named Editor of the Student Handbook for 1966-67.

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''The Satans" from CMS. Left to right: Sandy Ritchie, Jay Walker, Tex Ritchie and James Taylor.

Hootenanny An enthusiastic audience composed mostly of high school students enjoyed a hootenanny (or thereabouts) at Mascoma High April 14, presented ·by t he Mascoma Teachers association as a Dollars For Scholars benefit. Allen Columbia of the Canaan elementary school arranged the show which included folk singing and the

What Lies in the Future

music by a Cardigan Mountain School group called "The Satans."

Everything was low key and informal. While some of the parents in the audience were shaking their heads from time to time, the students obviously liked the whole thing very much.

By John Newman

and the sentence is eternal banishment from earth." The computer ticked off the sentem:e with frightening efficiency.

This was my sentence for ripping a small tear in my IBM card. I was almost glad to get away from earth and the machines that ran my life.

Man had now been conquered by the computers and machines of his own making.

Think.i.ng about my sentence, I had to decide where to go. The moon was so close to earth that it was considered a part of earth. I could· · not go there. Every planet of our universe was inhabited by earth people; I would be banished from these places because of my t errible crime.

TIME PASSES ON

Time passes on And' for no man shall it wait.

For he is just matter on the earth.

And when he leaves, Time passes on.

Death is a horrible thing Which no man really fears, But he dreads the thought that When he dies, time will not W.ait and no one is phased For too long a time And time passes on.

My only hope was to journey to another universe and start ·a new life. I set out on my voyage.

Now I am a wanderer, journeying through space toward an uncertain destination.

No one will care unless You're a W a:ihin.gtton or a Lincoln or a Kenntdy But even if you are Still, Time passes on.

FORMER FACULTY

-Weiner

Mr. and Mrs. T. E . Bennett, Jr. are now at Hanah More Academy, Reisterstown, Maryland.

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Winter Sports Award Banquet

Honor Roll Fourth Marking Period April, 1966

High Honor Roll

Honor Roll

Effort Honor Roll

Stella Goodspeed, J. Smith, H. Truneanu Foley

Thomas, G. Moran Mainzer Swenson Halton Whaland Coleman Kenly Zamore Stevens Gordon Hilton McGill, J.

/.Ide n Coleman Foley Gordon Hilton Mainzer Morrell Perry Smith, H .

Stearns Stella Sutton Truneanu

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Addis Alden Bentley Cady Calder Clancy Colie Cowan Dickie Douty Dugu id Eustis Foley Gaillard Giller Goodspeed, E. G. Goodspeed, J .

Gorman Hartdegen Herbert Hilton Hogan

Jean neney Johnson, D. Kenyon Knowles L atterman L ittleton McDonald McGill, C. Mcilvain Mainzer Manley Morsden Morris, A. Morris, W. Newman Nutter Nydegger Oberndorf Palmer Parmley Pipes Place

Rains Richards Ritchie, D. A. Russ Sculthorpe Seith Shethar Smith, H. Smyth Stearns Stone Swenson Taymore Thaxter Tilgh man Truneanu Tucker Weiner Whaland Zamore Zwahlen

French Program Cardigan Mountain Summ er School, well-known for the past 15 years for intensified programs in the "tool" subjects of English, mathematics and reading, is initiating a unique program for students wishing to accelerate in French as well as for those requiring remedial work in this language . A boy accepted for the French program will have a curriculum organized to fit his needs and will attend French classes throughout the m·o rning. He will live in a "French dormitory," dine at "Frend. tables," see French movies, and be encouraged to think in French at all times.

Boys in the exclusively French program will, however, have the same recreational and athletic fa. cil;ties as those in the regular summer program.

Directing this aspect of the Ca r digan Mountain Summer School this year is David Hills Black, a graduate of Phillips Exeter Acad~my and Harvard College, where he also earned his M. A. He has been a Fulbright Scholar at the Sorbonn~' , taught French at Harvard, Browne and Nichols, and Exeter, and is currently at Brooks School, North Andover, Mass.

Master of Ceremonies, Frederick Johnson made a brief opening speech welcoming everyone. Following this the Winter Sports groups were represented by Brittin C. Eustis, III, co-captain of the hockey team; James Taylor of the ski team; Warren Morris for the recreational ski group; and Cliff Stearns for the tow maintenance group. Each boy spoke about the events and activities of his respective group.

Hockey team coaches, Mr. Walke and Mr. Botelle, awarded tetters to. co-captains, Bartlett Stone and Brittin C: Eustis, and to team members, George Tilgh_m an, Richard Douty, Alex Luria , John Marshall, Gary Williams , Philip Gardent, Brian Gordon• Robert Manley, Rodney Parmley, and Richard Lawson, Manager. The Most Valuable Player award went to Br-ian Gordon, goalie.

Ski team coaches, Mr. Stout, Mr. Rouillard and Mr. Nyhus, awarded letters to captain, John Thaxter and to team members, John McGill, James Taylor, Carl Nydegger, Barr Kayser, Dennis Johnson, Robert Hicks, Timothy Herbert, Brad Davis, Richard Clancy, and Richard Bergeson, manager. The Most Valuable Skiier award went to John Thaxter.

Spring Dance Saturday April 23 the spring dance was held in Hayward · Hall with 59 girls from the Canaan, Leb• · anon, Hanover area attending. Multicolored balloons and Ja,p anese lanterns created a spring theme. Music for the evening was furnished by the Satans. A new musical group called the Electrons also provided musical entertainment. Chaperones for the event included Mr. and Mrs. John Stout, Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Hazen, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Goodspeed, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Rouillard and Mr. and Mrs. Norman Wakely,

Coming Events June 4, Graduation, 11 a.m.

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Alumni News

Class of '60

The following attended Alumni weekend, April 30 - May 1.

Alva Adams '64 Peter Albee '58 Edward Ball '60 Eliot Bridge '63 Richard C. Bosworth '63 Daniel Burack '63 Michael Clancy '65 Emmons Cobb '60 W. Jeffrey Connell '62 Steven Davidson '59 Jeffrey C. Densmore '63 Charles M. Ellis '63 Walter A. Fifield '61 Peter Gar dent '65 Stephen Gikas '65 Knox Gillespie '65 Mr. -and Mrs. George E. Harris '53 Bruce Hartnett '64 James Howe ss '65 Wade Knowles J ames M. Lawson '61 Leonard "Bill" Luria '63 Francis T. Mayo '65 Michael Mosher '64 W. Tracy Noonan '64 Roger P. Rice '60 Allan E. Robertson '64 Malcolm E. Rotch '65 Richard A. Saykin '64 John Shaner '65 Louis S. Skinner '64 Thomas Shane Viviano '63 Frederick P. Worthen, Jr., '63 Class of '56

Robert C. Yoffe, 29 Lansing Road, West Newton, Mass., made his first visit to CMS since June, 1956. He attended Worcester Academy ; Nichols College; University of Rhode Island. Robert is · now in the steel business with his father .

Class of '58 Bill Dyer. After Kents Hill he went two years to Mitchell Jr. College in New London, Conn., majoring in Liberal Arts. Joined the Marine Corps Reserve (6 months program) .

Discharged April '64, went back home to Falmouth and has been working with his father in the fuel business ever since. ,R an into Henry (Harry) Whittelsey '58 New Years Eve at Mt. Snow, Vt. who was with his -wife. As ·he was listed with Lost Alumni in the last Chronicle he sent his business card: Tropical Hardwoods Corporation San Pedro Sula Republica de Honduras Suite 425 17 Battery Place New York 10004

P .0.Box 1159 Coral Gables Florida 33134

James Barker '62

James Barker won this trophy for men's overall combined Wisconsin State Water Ski Championship. Jim also won men's South Central U. S. Water Jumping Championship in 1965. In 1964 out of a possible 3000 points, Jim won 2432 points by winning First Slalom; Third Jumping; sixth trick riding in the Nationals, thereby winning Second Place. J-im is due to return from Viet Nam to Chicago in June for Engineers School in Steam Engines. He has been on the Heavy Cruiser USS Canbera and has seen active duty in Vietnam.

Class of '59

David Bergeson is Alumni President. Penny and David are the proud parents of a son, Robert John Emerson Bergeson, born March 8th.

Class of '60 Charles H. Hall, II is with the Air

Edward A. Ball has been in the Marine Corps for a year and a half.

He is in the Mediteranean theatre where his company made a movie of marine training methods for the French - and also had practice maneuvers with them - landing, etc. on Corsica. We are thankful indeed that he is, so far, on that side of the world!

Class of '61 A 3C D. W. MacLeod visited the campus in March. His last visit was in 1965 before entering the A .F .

"Air Foce Repair." His address is .

23 TAC Firwg., TAC, McConnell AFB ;· Kansas.

Class of '61 John M. Lawson graduated from Fryeburg Academy and attended Becker Junior College. He is now working for a professional photographer.

Class_ of '62 Michael She-ble is iattending Greensboro College, N. C. Gregory S. Horne is at Illinois College, Jacksonville, Ill. Class of '63 Terry Baker, Canaan, N. H., has been accepted at Williams College.

Terry is a senior at Mascoma Regional. Congratulations.

Class of '63 King Humphrey and Edward J. Brewer attended Kents Hill School and visited the campus while they were attending the N . E. Prep School Ski Meet at Proctor.

Rob3rt Gallagher, Keene, N .H., reports "the Gallaghers are all doing well."

Class of '64 Robert Rock visited the .campus in March. He attends Hebron Academy.

Jim Niedringhaus is at Suffield Academy.

Class of '65 Wil Sullivan is attending Governor Dummer. His room mate went to Eaglebrook and they have bets on the Ski meet and Hockey game. Wil misses the skiing in Canaan.

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Wild Geese Calling Where do they come from? Where are they going? The vagueness of the questions is erased if you know "they" refers to the Canada Goose and then the answers, the · Gulf of Me~ico and the Arctic, are known by many. Flocks of these migrating giants usually bring to •mind the fall of the year. This is a quieter season once the frosts come and all the little noisemakers go underground.

The sudden stillness seems to make an awareness to any unique noise.

A ty•pical setting would be a warm evening around halloween, the end of October. There should be a full moon to complete the setting. Then the sound of the honking causes an upward look. The passing of the geese is a fascinating phenomenon, regardless of the number of times it has been observed.

One may see any number- from twenty, a small family gaggle, to over two hundred, easily a flock.

They fly in the usual duck-goose flight pattern of the V which cuts down the head winds. It is. a majestic sight to see the muted colored birds. The lead bird is extraordinary indeed. He is an old gander, could be well into his mid thirties, a ripe old a,ge for one goose to be. If a goose could" be as wise as an owl, this would be it. With hundreds of followers, how does one take the lead and do so successfully? Curious ways of the wild, man cannot measure.

Actually it was a spring sighting that provoked these thoughts. The restlessness of spring's advent can move these birds into flight as early as March. It takes them a while to get to the north country. For three days in early April, over one thousand ,geese flew over the Hill.

Only nature can ,p ut on such a show. The warning of their ap•p roach is the honking of the noisy travelers. By scanning the sky, the whip-like pattern of grey-white-black proves their formation. The colors change with their shifting directions. The chin-strapped giants, seen - .in a display of numbers can put you into a thoughtful mood. The ageless innate qualities such as this dramatic show of rr;7ra.t ion makes man's existence short indeed. Such birds have and will come and go to and from the Gulf and · the Hudsonand someone will note their flight

HE RAN THROUGH THE NIGHT

He ran from life From his shame And his past He ran from the wolves, As he sped through the snow.

They've got my poor dogs But they'll never get me I know.

And the barks grew faint, Of his hungry pursuers.

He· smiled with glee; My troubles are over, Thought this awful misdoer.

I'll ride through the night And clear out of sight So they'll never catch me, Thought he.

So he went through the night And into the dawn, But at the rise of the sun He beheld a hideous sight.

And in his exhaustion He fell to his knees While his hungry pursuers Watched with glee.

Lord save me now, he thought, But the wolves were upon him.

For during the night He'd come back to thn same spot ' -"Pete" McDonald

THE PRAYER OF A MAN

Great God, make me decent, orderly, appreciative, useful, courageous, and kind in the work of this day.

Let me not weaken myself by anger, cheapen myself by boasting, or play the fool by lying.

Give me to remember that there are others in the world besides myself and that they are men like unto me.

Te.ach me to observe the rules of the game; to come through defeat victorious and out of victory unspoiled.

Let me not be unmindful of the gift of friend or foe, for both are much of my own making.

For my own sake and for the sake of my comrades keep me wholesome and cheerful, but if the devil of error should grip me at times grant me the good sense to go quietly alone until the impulse to act wrongly shall have passed.

And at the end of each day bring me to my bed with a knowledge that greed and malice and envy and hatred have played a lesser part in my thinking; that my weariness is the result _of well-doing. Amen.

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in awe-just as many have and others will. The family of man seeing one of the most common of the family-minded goose. A small adventure? Not to very many, because untold numbers remain unaware of this large vegetarian in flight.

Ah, to live on a hill, and have the ume to look at the sunsets and the passing of the geese, things that have been going -0n since before the history of man began.

- Mrs. Warren Birch

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'Sleep Anonymous'

By S. Rains

It was a tJerrible night. As I entered my room after turning out the chapel lights, my roommate was standing in the middle of the room, facing the door. The lights were on, and his quizzical expression aroused my curiosity, so I asked why he was standing like that.

"Don't you smell _something burning?" he asked. After sniffing the air a few times I realized his point.

Something was definitely burning.

My eyes swept across the room like a movie ,c amera, in search of any object which might be aflame. I focused on his desk and saw smoke rising from his desk lamp. I headed for the plug and, after having pulled it out, I went to the bathroom for some water.

On the w.a y to the bathroom I began to wonder it the light would blow up or what. When I got to the room again I opened the windows to get rid of the horrible odor of burning gasses.

As I waited, wondering if I needed the water, my roommate asked me what we were going to do with the lamp. I said I would take it down to Mr. Stout and see what he had to say.

After the light was in Mr. Stout's hands, my roomate and I had to find a place to sleep because the g,asses were nauseating and made up both dizzy.

We grabbed a blanket and a pillow each and headed for the bath· room. The floor being wet and hard as rock, did not prove to be a comfortable sleeping place so we had to find a new place.

I slept at the end of the hall, on the wood·e n chest and my roommate slept in Pete Abbott's room. At two o'clock in the morning I awoke and decided to grab my bedding and sleep downstairs in the reception room. Being the most comfortable of all on a couch in that room, I slept until six thirty.

The room was frozen by then but the smell was gone. I closed the windows and waited for the place to get warm .>ut, by the time the rising bell rang, it was still cold in my room. I stayed ·in bed for a few mQments and during breakfast I enjoyed recounting the previous night's events to the boys at my table.

"REMEMBERED TEACHER"

Cloaked in humility you somehow made us glimpse eternity beyond ephemera of little greeds and needs Thus, enduring rigors, we followed you in labyrinths of mind revealed behind a .c luttered entrance gate of facts and figures.

Because of you we knew the gifts of spirit men inherit in space and time, the sunlit summits beckoning our weighted souls to climb Not only what you taught but what you were made miracles recur.

-Dr. Elias Lieberman 1965 by the New York Times Company, Reprinted with Permission.

RAIN

When breezes blow, And the sky grows Dark with clouds, All the cl'leatures of the wood Scurry to seek some shelter; When pedestrians run for cover In a shop or alley way And the dew from the heavens tells us That rain is drawing near; We often wonder why All frolicking stops and fun runs aw.ay And everything stops for the day I love the rain and its memories Of the past's truth and warm-th, For it creeps upon the earth, Then it breaks out its mighty roar.

But the noise cannot bother ·us When we sit before a fire The patter is as soft as dew, And its thunder, roars like a blunderbust.

And the earth soaks up the water The skies have poured upon us To help our willing farmers.

I love the rain and its memories, Much better than a .,;;mmer's day.

For rain is a day of thinking, For today is a day of linking, The heavens and the earth are one.

-"Pete" McDonald

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Light Light is the beginning, the s tart, The origin, the opening.

Where do you go from light?

The next step up might Be inspiration, Yes, inspiration , Is where you go from light .

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Where do you go from inspiration ?

If what inspires you fails, And you find no s uccess, Failure is what would follow.

But, where do you go from failure ?

If failure is what causes yo u worry, Then you would be in n eed , And surely after n eed would be the Want or even greed.

But what succeeds want?

If want can be conquered , If want ·can be clear ed,

Then you might see the horizon of hope .

What comes after hope ?

If you believe in hope, If you believe that hope is r ea l, Then succeeding hop e you wou ld feel The light, For light is the beginning.

-Crouthomal

CARDIGAN MOUNTAIN SCHOOL on Canaan Street La,ke CANAAN, NEW HAMPSHIRE 03741 RETURN REQUESTED

Nobody I ·turned my gaze toward a drunk on the opposite side of the car. He was very poorly dressed and from the expression on his face you could tell he was kind of high , but nobod y cared .

We came out into the light and I liste ned to the subway as we ambled over the Charles River. The drunk blurted out something about swimming the river when he had been a kid. Nobody listened .

V!e started through a tunnel and everyone prepared to get off. There was a mad shuffle to ge t to the platform and the drunk staggered out behind me .

Nobody noticed him as he stagge red along the edge of the platform .

As I hurried up the stairs, I watched him . Suddenly he lost his balance and toppled into the path of an oncoming train. His body was thrown around like a grain sack. His distorted figure lay in a pathetic position in the dim light, but no0ody cared.

Chris Zamore