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Une Colonnade LONGWOOD COLLEGE Farmville, Virginia
May,
Vol XIX
1956
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EDITOR IN CHIEF
"Be Silent"
Jeanne Saunders
MANAGING
Jjissue
.
.
Alyce Sonnerville
EDITOR
"Revelation" Pat V/al+on
BUSINESS
.
C^kts
.
.
.
Alyce Somerville
MANAGER "Night Into Morning"
Jane Railey
Judy
Billett
SHORT STORY EDITOR Carolyn
Waugaman
"The Sea"
James W. Parker
ESSAY EDITOR Mary Leigh Deane
"Mickey
A
Spillane:
Low-Brow
V^rlter'
Ann Glover
POETRY EDITOR Vivian Willetf
"Our Annual Glance"
.
"The
.
ART EDITOR Lynn
Higgenbotham
Critics'
Molly
REVIEW EDITORS Joann
Joann
Fivel
Corner"
Workman Fivel
Cowles Walton
Virginia
Molly VV'orkman
Pat
BUSINESS ASSISTANTS
Anne
Margaret Beavers, Becky Glenn,
Brierley,
Betty Smythers,
and Elba
"In Silence
Flynn.
Billett,
Lou Arnnstrong, Betty Foster, Ro-
Willianns,
beck,
Meade Mann, Alyce Ann
Soghoian.
Tears"
14
Either"
.
.
Vivian Willett
berta
Faison,
In
'Why Johnny Can't Teach,
Editorial Assistants
Judy
and
Nancy Lee Brubeck
Norma Reamy, Bobbie Carter
Elizabeth
Glover,
Nelson,
Nancy
Nancy
Somerville,
Lenz
and
"The Fight"
Bru-
.
17
.
Meade Mann
Tracl Flo
"A
Parable"
Carolyn
.
.
.
.
Waugaman
18
Be
ALYCE SOMERVILLE
by Be
silent,
She
is
my
Silent
heart,
and
listen
to
life.
singing today!
Say nothing. For she
Be
is
revealing herself to me.
and
still,
my
listen,
ears.
the tree above
For the bird
in
Stay sealed,
my
me
is
singing of
life.
mouth.
For when you speak not what you say
You
feel
And
say not what you feel.
Be
still,
For
And
in
silence
do others see my naked
hear the rhythm of
soul
life
That beats within me. Be silent and For
And
life
I
is
listen.
singing to me,
do not want
to miss a note.
Alyce Somerville
day begins to seek the
The
light of
The
sea's white lips
now
kiss
The dying raven sings her song of Bright leaves of
autumn
night.
her lonely shores.
drift
plight.
through death's calm
doors.
The cloud's
Upon
soft teardrops
give refreshing shower
the laughing creatures of the earth.
Behold the graceful form, the dying flower.
No I
longer
is
the victim of
life's
mirth.
walk alone beneath the blackened
The warmth of
sunlight's rays
The teardrops cannot
find
my
I
burning eye.
The ecstacy of love death cannot This thought All things
my
lips shall
become more
sky.
stronger feel.
steal.
speak with beautiful
In
my
last
breath:
death.
Alyce Somerville
Night Into Morning JUDY
by
,
HE
,
river
moves
moving
is
under the
1^^
long,
in
in
a long, dizzy progress
of the cold
falling
listless
rain.
It
slow tablets, a dark strip of
smooth water and then
light
a
strip,
and
a
dark
again, while the motor boats rock out and back a
vain
struggle against their anchors.
right-hand
corner of
the
sky
a
little
around, looking for a place to land. of the
side
yard
and
is
in
bird
the sails
the other
narrow expanse of water, the lumber
silent.
silent
On
Up
in
Only the
under the
smoke swooshing
tin
rain
buildings standing grey
and the white clouds of
carelessly off a
roof and
disap-
pearing, and then again, and disappearing into the air.
It
rains
way of the
on and on, carelessly.
puddle and hobble through the almost
pour an endless stream of watery refuse into the
set
It
is
up ever-converging
bitter cold. circles
in
puddle
wind It
is
Suddenly a
comes
little
negro boy with bookbags and
trotting along through the rain.
He
hops across the narrow part of the channel, climbs
up the bank, and makes
and through the
gullies
his
way
across the puddle
under the
bridge.
And
then two others emerge struggling along under a flimsy shivering
parasol.
up
old felt hat,
trudges
They scamper across the
Now
insistence.
faster,
now
raining hard
box,
on.
rains
It
strides along the
pockets and
his
The
chest
his
the
rain
is
circles in
then disappear as the
ripples across the shallow rut of water.
as an older negro with lunch
and threadbare denim worksuit
home from
work.
It
is
Harrison that
is
walking and thinking.
Harrison walks slowly through the shallow black
puddle and crosses into the dark archway of the
He
follows the hard, grassiess ruts to the
other end, then emerges, drawing up a
of
little
The
little
brown
houses
growing dark, and
neath
his
until
he
reaches
own.
his
house stands grey and weathered
the windows.
hold-
little,
Then he walks down the streets
ing onto his hat.
puddle under the foot of the bridge. muffler
rise
up
sets
The raindrops
the grimy black
proud.
in
coming down with more the
child
houses behind the
little
young negro boy
hands
his
strong and
bridge. long gullies below.
A
lumber yard.
same way,
One
gullies.
the other helps him, and they hurry
slips,
on their way towards the
Under the arch-
bridge the spouts of drainpipes
traffic
BILLETT
in
a quiet yellow light shines
The warped porch boards
sink
the
from be-
feet as he walks to the door.
"Daddy, Daddy!" the children shout as he opens the door.
The baby grabs onto
his
leg
and
wails
THE COLONNADE to be taken
Danny jumps up and down
outside.
in
sips his coffee
rison
"Get down, honey. That's nice.' ''Danny, make that baby shut the door, It rainin you knows you can't go out.
hot as hiebble,
budge
can't
"I
wails
good
feels
It
first,
stomach and drives
into his
damp. Then it grows cold in a weak feeling inside
the
Har-
at
stomach
his
the be-
like
ginning of a sneeze, so he knows he
going to
is
'
him,
Mama.
and
hiarrison
have
a cold.
They eat
him away.
lifts
good boy? Bet you been a bad bet you been a bad boy. Hush, honey. boy. Harrison sits and holds Hebble on his knee, sooth"You been
away
down
slides
it
doesn't want to eat.
slowly.
and gives him
furious.
Rosabel shouts from the ironing board.
The baby
He
the other room.
with glee.
a
Danny
for awhile.
silently
He
to finish.
gets a
the
is
first
pocket knife and begins to
He
'
I
"Gosh
Mama.
cold.
it's
up stack after stack
laid
on the
sizzling
The two rooms are
burner.
A
are black with coal dust.
is
is
small
The peeling
stove take up most of the space.
on the
Supper
bed.
the
in
Cots, a table, chairs, and an iron Franklin
but tidy.
walls
picture of Jesus hangs
beside the table.
wall
The family upstairs
walking around over the ceiling.
"Mama, Mama.
Mama,
cold.
still
I
it
Rosabel keeps on iron-
"
She has baskets from several families and has
ing.
his
grabs
Hebble wants the
fingernails.
knife. it
away
"Hebble, what you wanta do, cut yourself?
You
and Danny
quickly,
tries to
wrench
from him.
down.
ing him
clean
cold.
terrible
I
too
to
little
with that
play
No.
knife.
you
Go
way now." Hebble keeps bawling and trying knife while Danny tries to make him let
can't have
No,
it.
denly Hebble
slips
and,
it
the
Sud-
go.
glimpse of
horrible
a
in
get
to
The baby Danny wrings his hands and stands there dumb with horror. The others run crazy about the house. Rosabel bends an instant, the knife gouges into
screams
his
eye.
streaming blood.
wildly,
"
over the baby and wails for
"Danny, go
in
and put my coat on Joey.
Hebble, you put that cup down.
What
goin' to
I
do
with you?
Danny, you come and help
Ah!
minute, then
a
and next door come
It
too fraggle.
Soon the people
When
you finished,
ning outside to see what has happened.
me spread
this
table
runs
crying out into the night to get to a telephone. upstairs
run-
grows
It
darker and darker as the cries Increase.
'
while
I
cold.
I
in
take up supper.
don't do no good.
It
the other room, and he
is
Joey has croup
"
crying and wheezing
Danny stumbles around trying to do him. Joey raises up a minute and
hoarsely while
something for
down
along the river the stumps of the burned-over
All
forest rise out of the
The
and jagged.
live
swamp
bony arms, white
like
trees higher
up are mostly
again.
leafless,
making black outlines against the darken-
up supper and talking to Danny and Hebble are raising a rumpus and getting in Rosabel's way. They are playing hide and seek. Now Danny is under the table, now he is behind the bed. Hebble shout:
ing sky.
Their indignant twisted limbs shrug taunt-
with excitement.
river
approaches a
mills
blares
around
looks
Rosabel
Harrison
helplessly.
Then he
lies
taking
is
while
"Hebble, look here honey.
Peep-oh!
Ah! Look what you done now.
I
see you.
Upset the coffee
ingly,
sneeringly.
The
flows
onward
gathers
over the hoarse
it
in
the distance. city,
on.
As the
river
momentum and dashes
Somewhere
rocks.
call
weeps
rain
a
train
sets
long,
a
Farther down, as the
red smoke from the steel
up and dies down and then blares up
again, lighting up the whole inside of the metallic,
"
boxlike buildings.
can.
They quiet down
for a
minute.
The
"What Daddy say. Mama?" "Daddy say the foreman lay him a brief pause.
honey.
Then Rosabel
says,
Don't you worry your head.
off.'
"That
We
There all
make
is
right,
out.
Rosabel finishes setting the food on the table
and they
sit
down.
so she gives most of
There it
is
not
rain
when the
much hamburger, Joey stays
to the children.
weeps on and sky
on. There are
over the atmosphere shuts off heaven. such
a
lentless
night,
And
time of untold sorrow.
a
pressure
over the land.
some
seems to exude sadness, when
the
The
prison
rain
of darkness
weeps.
In
nights a
With is
veil
this
is
re-
closing
millions of win-
dows listless tears of rain trickle down the panes now and then and sparkle from the light of the
COLONNADE
THE
Anything
and watch the droplets, alone. Leah stands by a window
come
just
from her work.
in
She has
has; just as she always
Just as
She
will.
when suddenly she objects. Her whole objects violently, and the horrible monotony surges over her. She broods and paces all
window, spirit
of
it
The nurse
Even
If
But
couldn't because
I
some way
just
it's
to get out.
finished with those beads.
I
can't.
I
couldn't stand
They'll give us
another minute.
it
some more work tomorrow. They never give us a make beads. go chance! sweep and scrub. make beads. out in the street once in awhile. I
I
I
I
I
come back
to
—
room
this
People walking by think I'm
they'll
Now
still
and then
this
the
in
against her
If
I
scream
be worse.
will
a listless tear of rain slides zigzag
Drop,
leaking.
Is
hall.
crazy and that
down the window. The faucet door
Every day!
box.
People walking by on the
There's never a change. street.
in
the bathroom next
Leah
drop, drop.
listens
and, try as she might, she cannot
will
hear or think about anything except the sound. begins to thud
inside
pain and clangor. hall,
head with
her
more
It
resounding
down
Then, as nurses pass
the thudding sounds
the
voices; and the
like
dripping of the faucet, the people
in
the
and
hall,
her mind's ringing are mixed together.
Are the nurses know, but she
again
it
talking
She
doesn't.
the voices
it
is
so clear
It
waits,
seems
seemed to be
the grocery store. thing
about her?
terrified.
is
And now
away.
She
is
seems
things
puzzled,
is
The
like
yesterday.
It
I
and then They pass
yesterday, when
trying so hard
all
in
and every-
when suddenly she hears her voice wants.
nurse's face
didn't
the grocer
tells
The grocer looks her,
a
little
shaking
grows nasty and hor-
her eyes turn swimming and
terrified.
it,
ringing over her head
and the nurse stands beside
her head. rible;
she
Leah doesn't
like
breathless.
growing louder and louder as she the
strange.
happen now.
tried so hard to prove
It
I
Leah
happened
wasn't crazy,
she thinks, but they didn't believe me, they didn't believe.
If
scream
I
she'll
think I'm
still
be worse.
will
little
The water keeps on dripping.
leaves.
while Nell '
I
"
realizes that there
to ing
thought
I
look horrible.
remember.
is
Her head throbs
effort of trying
Gradually Leah
something she was supposed
to
call
it
with the frustrat-
back.
She searches
I
waiting and waiting for nothing.
this
Well anyway
me
let
there was
can't stand
I
got to get out!
I've
they would
if
Her eyes
The water keeps on dripping.
want out!
raining.
the room.
will come in and say, "Need Nell is an ugly, skinny, silly girl. some help? finished Then Leah will say, "No, you silly goose. working two hours ago.
a
In
restlessly. I
in
can do," she says.
crazy and that
always
she
starts to raise the
is
I
"No, go away."
the white building
in
She waits and waits.
of a thousand eyes.
The nurse
vindows
People stand by the
street lamps below.
through reflection of diminishing memories, but
like
the reflections of two facing mirrors, the one thing she
is
seeking for
in
the center
is
not there.
Please turn to page 15
The Sea O,
walked down by the lonely sea,
1
ah, the song that
And,
sang to
It
The sweetest, saddest song
nne:
e'er heard
The nnoanful chanting of the imperceptible sea and the piercing cries of
The lone white sea
And
forever sand.
sand, sand, sand:
With To
bird.
water the tennpest canne
wifts of
fling
arms upon the land
its
But yet
me
left
.
.
.
only the sand
That covered the rocks
And tugged
at the reeds
Singing with
its
chant
slothful
slithering,
The death of the beach; But always
me
left
it
sand
pools of sand flowing over and through
And
Sand that held pools of water. Seeping back into the sand and the
And
A
black back flashes
But
now they
And
My
I
ripples are broader.
prone.
fall
the sea:
in
there by the sea,
see how, as with
For
... the
are gone.
with a shriek
head
And I
sea.
out on the shimmering water,
life
it,
me
for
swiftly slipping
is
Away down
it
is
to be.
down.
through the pools by the sea,
While the sea song plays on eternally
With
its
lullaby
On and
on.
Forever
still
Come
ee, I
lullaby
o,
am
the song
not as
—ee— I
lee;
seem
to be.
chants to me:
it
home. I
I
—
And
am:
I
am
the beginning.
herald the end.
Come back to me Come home to me. Come back, come back .
.
.
.
.
.
come home
to the sea.
James W. Parker
—
Mickey
Spillaiies
SPILLANE, known more
widely as Mickey Spillane,
come
famous
most
the
pletely a surprise.
Hammer story He can
mystery
of
can guess the villain of the guess that the perpetrator except cruel murders in the book
next. stories.
His
of
first
book,
I,
the Jury, was published
Since that time he has written
six
The Long Wait, The Big
Kill,
My Gun
Vengeance
Me,
Deadly,
Mine,
is
Kiss
others entitled:
Quick,
is
One
and
Lonely Night. Spillane's books,
to
repellent
particularly
a
have been bought in
calculated to "please the most
blood-thirsty fans,"
amount
one cover
as
Spillane
tale,
indication of what
of
regular hard-cover editions, plus about 26,000,-
definite
appeal
000 copies
paper-backed versions,
in
They
alone.
Portuguese,
been
have
and several have become movies. lane's novels as a
rapidly
and sold
In
fiction
series
by
a
into
Swedish,
Danish,
Finnish,
in this
translated
and
Spillane
Besides these, there
who mocks
sort of stimulation
ethical
and moral, delights
executed assault and murder, and sets
judgment above that of
the history of
In
all
of
by
popularity
their his
books:
two
fast-action
fast-action
plots
of episodes
consisted
of
who
are law enforcement officers.
lane
the
words
"honorable
and
"
attempt to seduce him, usually by herself; sometimes she tears open her dress from throat to waist. Mike has a wriggly feeling up and down his spine; time and again he has that feeling, but he usually manages to resist temptation. "Some other night, baby," he says between clenched teeth; then he jumps into a high-powered car and speeds off to discharge the sexual tension by killing or maiming a hoodlum. As for the second of the ingredients to which Mr. Spillane attributes the success of his novels, the surprise ending is
personal
To
"soft
Spil-
are
'
synonymous. Since the third decade of the twentieth century
become
increasingly cor-
Every new author has exaggerated more
a
conforming to
brutally
other men, especially
all
the detective story has
same double pattern. First Mike hHammer goes to see an Incredibly beautiful woman; there are five or six of these in each novel. The woman makes a shame-
his
law
all
In
those
Malcolm
the
Hero
the popularity of the
Is
a
apparently
and denies the efficacy of
at
and decency,
rupted. series
some
gain
single author In
and a walloping surprise ending. Cowley examines these two ingredients: The
field,
larger quantities than any other
plots
linked
this
In
has
This
who,
readers
his
lacking
group were being printed more
explains
ingredients found
to
from reading such Intimate passages.
publishing.
Mr.
describing the seduc-
In
female characters.
his
all
French,
Dutch,
accurate
seems to take
Spillane
Inside.
country
1953 Spil-
In
is
great deal of pleasure
a
tiveness
the
the popularity of
in
Unlike most paperback mysteries.
covers of Spillane's novels give an
the
of 125,000 copies
in
—
Sex plays an Important role Spillane's books.
demanding and referred
all
will those committed by Mike Hammer be one of the beautiful women who have tried to seduce the hero.
1947.
in
It may not be connThe reader of one Mike
always walloping, but
be-
has recently
writer
Writer
LoYi^-BroYv^
ANN GLOVER
by
RANK MORRISON
A
on the works of
his
exaggeration
an
is
predecessor.
—even
Mickey Spillane
—
Ray-
of
caricature
a
mond Chandler's Marlowe, just as Marlowe is an But in exaggeration of Sam Spade, and so on. respects
certain
character
Spillane's
radically
is
less
exposing
different from any previous creation.
Although the
public,
brow
"
has
he
he
is,
This
writer.
reader
telligent
is
characters.
author's lack
In
of plot, and
reading
is
only
one which one of
most cases he uses a sort of
nique."
First
there
is
technique,
in-
un-
use
of
The construction and tech-
nique which Spillane employs
recognized after
considered a "low evident to any
clearly
by the
organized construction, unrealistic
by
been favorably accepted
nevertheless,
a
killing,
his
is
easily
novels.
sandwich tech-
then a chapter
In
THE COLONNADE
Hammer
which Mike
someone, then
assaults
bottled the sound up by smashing my into his mouth. The shattered teeth tore my arm and his mouth became a
sex
a
I
elbow
There are
chapter, and so on for several cycles.
always a dozen or so gruesome antisocial speeches
proclaim that
also
it
good news when
is
great
They
which attack every phase of law and order. a
hole
His
blood.
welling
fingers
were broken stubs sticking back at odd angles. shoved him away from me, slashed the butt end of the rod across the side of his head and watched him drop
self-
I
appointed
always has the
him stand
let
The
vengeance.
his
a
kills
Spillane
trial.
Hammer
by Mike
killed
villain
or through
self
detective -hero
vigilante-like
rather than
criminal
culprit
into his chair.
him-
.
.
.
They liked to play dirty, was thinking. Let's make it real dirty. thumbed the slugs out, laying them In a neat row, then took a penknife and clipped the ends off the noses. That was real dirty. They wouldn't make too much of a hole where they went in, but the hole on the other side would be a beaut. You could stick your head in and look around without
never
is
I
I
under any circumstances punished by due process of law. organization
Spillane's
connected
loosely
of
consists
primarily to stimulate
the interest of the
There
the
crime.
calls
them
considered
are
They are
ridiculous.
by
to
critics
Hammer
Mike
seems
do almost no detection whatever, and how he can solve the so-called mystery when none of the to
law enforcement officers can,
surprising to
is
I
be
led to believe through-
out the preceding chapters.
I
sur-
usually the exact opposite of
what the reader has been
put the getting blood on your ears. gun together, shoved the slugs back In was the clip and strapped on the sling. ready. (One Lonely Night)
what
in
Most of these
"surprise ending."
his
endings
prise
in
The cycle of incidents could go on
stories.
forever, but Spillane chooses to end
he
reader,
no climax
really
is
written
are
not to solve
a
of
string
a
which
incidents
Sex occupies a great deal of space
grammar
is
atrocious.
He
pays no
say about
There
any
alert reader.
Spillane's
and extremely abnormal.
usual this to
quite un-
is
Wylie has
Philip
it:
generally a note of sadism in ever for he hardly
is
Mike's
coutship,
touches
a
girl
or mashing
at-
Spillane's
In
Mike Hammer's view of sex
novels.
without
hurting,
and
girls
her,
his
bruising,
frequently
and chew.
tention whatever to rules of grammar, punctuation,
bite
and sentence
The sex in these books, in short, is not normal. Except for the insane and the emotionally ill, men and women do not derive pleasure from hurting or frustrating their partners. Women do not generally rip off their own clothing at the first sight of a man. 'Women are not attracted by cruelty; they are repelled. And very few rational women take drool-
a
he
fact,
structure.
invents
on the topics that compose the intelligent reader
The
brutality
since each killing
killing
is
his
plots often leaves
total disillusionment.
In
all
is
very evident
the books each beating
described
and suffering are
Pain
points
critic
packed with Hammer's brutal
is
and maiming.
and each
in
Spillane's novels
in
story
when he needs
this,
As one
do even elementary research
His failure to
out.
Besides
one.
In
glorified
"lascivious
"
detail.
"enjoyable
as
In-
struments of revenge.
ing as a true compliment.
The women
common: they see
There are many instances of the extreme cruelty which
Hammer employed
in
beating
his
victims.
The following are quotations from several of the most gruesome scenes: caught him so far
base had time to get halfway across to him before he It
dipped
hand
off
in
This
is
have two things
stories
in
when they
they immediately throw themselves at very unrealistic, especially the
because Mike tractive
the
Hammer
person.
Spillane places
all
In
Is
fact,
the odds
latter,
far
from being an
he
is
in
extremely
Hammer's
such unrealistic surroundings where he
is
at-
ugly.
favor.
In
hampered
I
the drawer and had his wrist before he could get the thing leveled. let him keep the gun in his hand so could bend it back and hear his his
Hammer
him.
in
are always gorgeous, and
I
by no one, he cannot help but emerge the
A
character study of Mike
prove
the
non-realism
of
Hammer
will
work.
Spillane's
victor.
further
Mike,
I
obviously,
I
fingers
break and when he tried to
yell
books
is
— the
the
main
detective,
character the
hero,
in
the
all
of
the
conqueror.
COLONNADE
THE Mike weighs about 230 pounds and
He
ugly.
is
He
He
all
criminals
believes
his
him
in
his
merciless
In
itself
who can
is
many
cite
innocent
of
never punished. This
is
alert reader,
instances throughout the books
has
numerous crimes
committed
Much Ben
Redman
work,
about Spillane
has been written
criticism
his
of which
all
stated
has
been derogatory.
has
"Decline and
in
of
Fall
the Whodunit," certain rules which usually are and should be observed by a detective story 1.
3.
5.
In
any story there should at
as
much detection detective
least
be
never
should
has
Spillane
anything
Herald-
"inept vul-
—the
He
hair."
For-
ready contempt for anyone or
a
can
he
that
qualify
possibly
loathes
especially
degrade the vulgarity
his
In
literary
"long
as
who
critics
books while praising
Hemingway, and Steinbeck
for describing
material, Spillane associates with cops
his
Bowery, where, as Time, says, "he
and
many
The detective should do most of his work with his brains, rather than with
politics
be
classified
with other writers
in
any
and
o
In
easily
fact,
has ever given
books
Malcolm Cowley
and
Spillane
No
a favorable write-up, sell
by
the
true
in
in
the
just as Spillane
his
work
would all
receiving.
Is
think-
"wishful
character
his fictitious
quite undisturbed by
is
able criticism If
like
who
Is
to be.
the unfavor-
He
says:
the people wanted to read
Thomas
Thomas
Wolfe.
Hell,
Hammer
Hammer
especially
Spillane,
Spillane's
politicians.
come
Wolfe.
him but the public.
infuriate
also
field.
about him
millions.
I've
1
write
I'd
m
an
not
got to make a
like
author,
I'm
I
m
I'm not trying to
not writing just for fun.
I'm
just
they put their want. hat, that's all
entertain.
writer.
somehow.
living,
educate the people.
a
If
trying
money
In
to
the
I
states
Hammer
homicidal
likes
undoubtedly the fact
is
he
The astonishing fact about Mike Hammer's suc-
nobody
he writes about
stories
for this
of the things that infuriate
rough and tough
same catagory
the
in
The reason
ing" has
any reader can
Hammer, and the
"slow-working" of the law and the whole idea of
or firearms. rules
unimaginative"
"ill-made,
him.
booze-
"chain-smoking,
his
likes
lecherous hero," Mike
novels
fists,
above buy-
Isn't
splitting a bottle with grateful winos."
the
Mike
a
New York
of the
"He appeals to another audience Amber audience."
that
yet
as
and
Life denies that Spillane writes mysteries at
In
all:
ing
the standards set by mystery writers.
a
ed
Spillane frankly
brief look at Spillane's work,
and
Hammer
sadist,
a
blunder
see that Spillane does not begin to measure up to
critic
lust,
stereo-
garian," and one Indignant mystery writer as quot-
fence.
that
but is
Tribune has described Spillane as an
To get
as crime.
From the simple statement of these
is
paranoiac,
James Sandoe
masochist.
fighting,
muscles,
cess
dangerous
a
Romantic involvement of the detective with any woman, or women, should be frowned upon; while sex should be forbidden to raise its fatal head on the detective's side of the
cannot even
emotions
and police-beat reporters, and roams Manhattan's
into his solutions. 4.
no
the "same things" more artistically.
Deeds of blood and acts of cruelty should not be exploited for their own
The
have
Mr. Cowley further describes Mike
being
Faulkner,
.
sake. 2.
the
and the literary standing, or recumbence, of the novels are several stages beneath the utterly worthless.
ever
intentionally.
and
In
typed,
nothing stop
often
most perplexing to the
Hammer
where
lets
brought to court and
is
tried for his crimes, but he
fact
He
killing,
Several times he
people.
characters
fronn women and abdomen. The other
clothes
attempt to carry
his
in
self-designated task.
the
cupidity, or hatred, the writing
do the work of the police force, do a do it quicker, and do it singlehanded.
vengeful and ruthless
is
out
ripping
shooting them
takes
wholeheartedly
as his personal duty the eliminating of
better job,
who
self-appointed vigilante
a
and worthless bums. that he can
extrennely
is
Is
In
his
criticism of Spillane:
a folk hero
maniac with
a
who
Is
passion
also
for
Such
Sp ane.
is
the
"low-brow
"
writing
of
Mickey
O.UA.
"Antiuai" S^tance
.
.
.
URP A
cluster of ^irls in black attire, a symbo-tj
listical
ing
bogey
School,
laundry
man on or
a
basement
the steps of the
midnight chorale
—
all
are
Tram-j in
indications
the. of!
URP. This
ancient
long before
organization
Jarman Hall or
was
founded'ij
Willie's or soup|^
Throughout the ages thei kept the secret purpos^ of this secret organization a deep mysterious! secret. Each year in a secret, ritualistic! ceremony, the old secret URP members' whisper to the new secret URP member8< the secret purpose of URP. I in the dining hall.
URP
members have
Throughout the
life
of
the
college,
thaj
spirit of
URP
who
the air out of the tires on Dancel
let
weekends
prevails.
These are
the girlsi
—
just to prove that a sense ofj lurking beneath the black leotard. These are the girls who greased the sides of the swimming pool an! hour before the Green and White Red and White competitive diving contest, and these are the girls who are) responsible for the dead body hanging on the athletic field today the body with the staring, glaring eyes and
humor
is
—
URP
—
tattoo
on each shoulder pad
This year,
URP
— just to
let
you know
that
.
.
.
"URP
is
observing you."
condones Motherhood.
Sippa Kagiua In September, we Sippa Kags were joyously reunited at our old L. C. Alma Mater, where we spent the firsC\ two weeks in the mfirmar>' recuperating from our annual beach party. The party this year was at Sonova Beach, .As the Fall Gush Season rolled around we were enthusiastically ambitious. Yes, we always look forward to thei friendly spirited backbiting, and the sickening sentimentality which is so characteristic of our "Greek Hall." .•\t Christmas we welcomed a visit from our beloved national potentate. Miss B. Onyer Gard, who spoke throughout a luncheon and a dinner in our College Tea Room. Miss Gard spoke on "Endurance." Our delightful Spring Teas were successful this >ear, and we owe our heartfelt thanks to our gracious alumnae who generously supplied our favors the pledges couldn't have been happier with their mink-lined, diamondstudded sorority hats. We were especially happy to see our seniors represent the Sippa Kags in such a favorable manner at our annual Matzoth Bail Festival. Wc are proud of our group President who was recently elected Miss Air Hammer of 1956. Also from our midst, four were chosen honorar\ members in "Who's i
—
Who
We
in the
September
We
Poison Ivy League."
are not the same girls
— we
have grown
in
who came
in
Sippa Kagma.
bid farewell to our Seniors with a tear
in our e>es and a phrase on our lips: ya at the beach, kid."
"See
'("mon
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;
let
me
tell
you
another joke"
'You drive a
'56
What?"
'But, really,
my
it's
'Whadaya mean, hopeless degenerate?"
"Cheers, George"
"S
is
'Night riding
for the
I hi)\t
I
iinpiiU
'v
'
tisscDihlit's
.
.
.
first
â&#x20AC;&#x201D; who,
offense'
me?'
Cycorner
C^Yie (critics IDO and Aeneas, with
by
libretto
baroque opera
a
by
score
nnuslcal
Nahum
W.
the direction of Dr. John
9 and
tive without
made
under
10,
The success
Molnar.
and
These
simplicity of a
scenes
Grecian
un-
appear prom-
a
and
Not only was she
and clear
Not
diction.
formance musically
but her stage
de-
as
sang
performance
hier
ability,
Dido
and the
pathos
dramatic
her
of
ability.
gave
The
and conviction.
vitality
the
spirit
death song, followed by the lovely in
created a
the chorus,
mood
her
in
enough
experienced
and many
parts,
technical surety.
spot
roles
bad dream. ever,
for this
something out of
in
this
The
The
in
malice
without
deliberate
distortion
The laughing choruses are
phonic masterpieces
The orchestra was
if
they are
little
of
by
but
was remarkably good when one considers the
cir-
in
half of
F
in
and
tradition as such.
24,
in
recital,
Longwood
the
Cowles
Jarman Audimarking
the
professor.
Dr.
program consisted of the
W. W. A.
Major by
D Major-K.448 by
Mozart.
Mozart,
During the second
is
a
Although the
from the standpoint
difficult
both men seemed to
well with this music.
the
Bach and the Sonata
F.
phrasing and expression,
works,
The
latter of the
two
charming piece of music.
movement
a
number
of people
were found keeping time with Messrs. Hartley and
sung as written.
weak
first
do very
poly-
spots,
painfully
joint
a
former
Bach work was very
musical line of the solo parts sufficiently reveals the witches'
the
of
Concerto
scene
most
the singers.
vital,
a great
Jesson, to our campus.
a
and interesting music of the opera.
presented
ley
The appearance of the witches, how-
was not so bad as the sound,
Tuesday evening, April
return
of
The witches, a mass of like
musical
English
more recognition
is
torium, Dr. Roy Jesson and Dr. Walter Hart-
the
all
lack
the audience was deprived of some of the subtle
0N
many
The second scene was the weakest
the performance.
in
from
suffered
heaving blackness, looked
rhythmically
Virginia
voices
solo
so
Dido and Aeneas
the
In
certainly deserves
Unfortunately, there were
the opera.
Impeccable
sorrow
strains of
his
of quiet tragedy
Thus, the strong beginning and end offset
weaknesses
combines
that
the choruses,
all
achievement
Dido's
of
song
the
so typically English.
necessary for the success of the opera.
not
speech,
and above
refusal
revealed
Interpretation
in
short work, Purcell
musical form with appropriate dramatic expression,
scene
her
In this
time: the recitative that follows the natural accents
musical
final
of
song
final
Her
equal
with
The
combined the best features of the opera of of
Allen
in-
pleasure for the spectator.
a
their choice of an opera.
statue.
Gay
the
historical
department of music showed excellent judgment
Greek
classic dignity of a
brig.
of
spirit
Regardless of obvious weaknesses, the total per-
only was Miss Clark's per-
satisfying,
portment reflected the
sailors
bowsprit of a
overcame
and
chantey
formance was
her varied dynamics, musical phrasing
in
â&#x20AC;&#x201D; reefed
things
all
accuracy.
conveyed the sympathetic warmth of the blending of music and poetry were
revealed
anaseven-
a
In
It.
rowdy crew of nineteenth century
a
â&#x20AC;&#x201D; of
rollicking
Purcell's
role.
amusing
an
about
thinks
However, the chorus conveyed the
technical control of her part, but her rich voice
quality
presented
scene
sailors'
the
baroque music.
in
teenth century opera about ancient Greece there
performance as
Clark's
was consistently good.
Belinda in
Carolyn
The
to the piano
an authentic harpsichord,
like
chromlsm when one
last
frieze.
gave the opera
Belinda's opening song
beginning.
and
first
were staged with the
scenes.
adorned ising
the
of
effectiveness
Whatever was done
it.
sound
it
indispensable Instrument
of the opera as a whole was brought about by the
beauty
shortcomings of the
of the
spite
In
orchestra the opera would not have been as effec-
and
Tate, was performed by
Longwood College Choir May
the
cumstances.
English
in
Pureed
hHenry
Jesson.
In
both
difficulty
In
toning
his
12
phrasing.
numbers
down
Dr.
his
Hartley had
touch and
in
some
refining
THE COLONNADE After
Variations
On
Theme
a
of
The varied tempos of
Johannes Brahms.
made
men Haydn, Op. two
the
intermission
the
played
by
56b,
this
piece
quite interesting, and both Dr. Jesson and
it
some
Dr. Hartley did
The concert was very pleasing to those present
While
musical presence. fectly
most of the evening,
still
lowed
two schools of
of
the
trend
with the music.
fol-
swaying
in
matter of taste as to which
a
is
Hartley
Dr.
Americans
most
of
It
remained per-
Dr. Jesson
her voice
female,
one would prefer.
"Sabina.
and as the immortal
"
Another audience favorite was
'
"Macbeth
Shakespeare's
of
cussion
as
"
dis-
might
it
have been done by a modern author of whodunits.
A
Twos a Company comedy and drama and
major part of the appeal of
was the
blending of
skillful
of selections by familiar and less well-known writers.
There was a reading to appeal to every represen-
whim or every humor.
tative taste, every
These two gentlemen are to be applauded for
The triumph of the evening, however, was the
remarkable what they did with
sense of informal and direct communication estab-
their efforts, as
it is
only two or three rehearsals together.
Since both
men were known on campus, it is disappointing that more of the student body was not present to hear the concert of two extremely talented pianists,
and
Dr. Jesson
Dr. Hartley.
between the audience and the performers.
lished
Mr. Dekker has appeared pictures,
Fivel
L.
Miss Atwater played a major role
Eden."
production
16,
sented
the
CS\N /
the
Longwood program
final
season, Two's a
Company,
of
offered
dramatic
of
by the
1955-56
the
featuring Mr. Al-
bert Dekker and Miss Edith Atwater.
program
The
varied
theatrical
parent
poised,
relaxed
a
in
can be captured without the use of the elaborate
modern
seems so much
part
a
of
and costumes, these two professional
performers
held
the
for
two
hours.
The
entire
audience
enthralled
evening
of the
nearly
was
a
Miss Atwater
in
the
the
audience's
Among
first
approval
little-
dialogue,
Twain's
between the
first
the
laughter
of
and
applause.
the highlights of the evening were readings
short story,
"The Tell-Tale Heart." full
The
scope of Mr. Dekker's
inconsiderable dramatic talent, and
ticularly well-suited to the his
voice.
latter,
richness
was par-
and expression
Miss Atwater, though both her talent
of
1956,
of the
Jarman
Hall.
in
injected is
a
so
Workman
the distinguished
Longwood
Faculty
The entertaining
production, based on a radio broadcast, was opened
by the
well-known
presenled
announcer,
Wiley,
the
sophisticated
wit
D.
Dr.
master
and
who
Lankford, of
ceremonies,
excellent
stage
Some of company were
presence held the performance together. outstanding
woman immediately won
especially, displayed the
not
appeared
Moss, with
a
May
company
In
Dr.
by Mr. Dekker of Poe's poem, "Annabel Lee" and his
night
professional
the
farcical satire of the relationship
man and
ONE
Adam
form of
it
performance which
inexperienced or non-professional
in
Read by Mr. Dekker and
known work of Mark Twain, "The Diary of
and the Diary of Eve."
personality;
the
Molly
whose reading
first
ap-
is
entertainers.
the
Using only the simplest properties
theatre.
lacking
of
into
experience
was
Dekker-Atwater combination
which
often
projection vitality
Louis
readings
proof of the fact that the true magic of the theatre
production
special
in
The two
Lear."
stage presence and a
versatile
humorous
and
pre-
Artist Series
"King
of
performers'
forceful
April
number of motion
a
in
being the memorable "East of
latest
his
Calhern's
Joann
of
Robert
versatile in her readings of
Witch of Coos
"The
Frost's
her partners,
short of
slightly
fell
was impressively
Thornton Wilder's broadly humorous dialogue
beautiful playing.
and showed the combination
rjnd
with
his
members his
of
moistened
the
missiles.
Dr.
Simkins
aquatic revolver, and Dr. Simonini with "his
magic piano.
The two charming chorus
way into the everyone; Mr. Gresham in baby blue, Miss Nichols danced their
lines
and
hearts of as
usual,
proved himself the darling of the student body. The high
faculty
spots,
audience hinder the
and
all
in
follies,
with
all
of
its
outstanding
was dampened by an evident lack of
response.
good all,
This
spirits
fact
did
not
seem to
of the performers, though,
the show was a big success.
Pat Walton
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;
&i
oiiemce
111
by
NANCY
BRUBECK
LEE
^^ ELECTIONS
From Don Juan and Other George Gordon, Lord Byron, was
^^)' Poems: resting
flrnnly
up words, and then the
its
station
slim
by the
orangeade hand deftly
that the
straw at an
Without
a
parted
Just
untasting
mouth.
He had been
lips.
fountain; now, hair with a
deep
in
up with
in
the glass
A
same
position
descended
for a
it
A
was empty.
buxom
girl,
the soap suds, and occasionally she a dish
long
Her eyes were
fixed on
meal.
came
a
she jerked
as
her
"I
she
mumbled
apologetically,
hands
off
she
It
girl
way. on
self
very en-
a
deeply.
cigarette inhaling
a
lit
had
sat back, crossed
The
She spoke after
assurance.
guess readin' a book half the night
laughed,
is
"Did you go to college?
fun,
Are
throwing back
draw on the
his
head and then
cigarette.
His eyes were
on her.
and
'Half
glanced at him
half,
"
he said.
"I
did go to colle-^e,
but I'm not a highbrow.
"What you sittin' around readin' a book of poems for, then? Did you know you've been sittin' here five hours?
was hushed out-
you
in
She turned, stood there,
say a
please.'
rhythm to them.
"
And
not once, not one time did
word to anyone, except 'orange-ade, She exclaimed, rubbing her hands vigor-
ously on her greasy apron.
picked up a rag and walked to the door-
quiet.
He
the motion show-
Looking out she saw the deserted streets
peaceful,
I've
"
traffic
danced
and
taking a long
was asleep. The neon signs blinked
endlessly and shadows
The
The
tonight."
"
She squeezed her arms to her sides
was noiseless now.
dull
stared, her eyes fixed on him.
He
and turned back to the counter. side, for the city
was
you a highbrow or something?
out of the corner of her eye and saw that he was not watching.
it
wouldn't say that.
legs
She coughed and
hair,
her abundant figure;
piercing
his
slight southern accent,
his
still
ing
I
she said heartily.
mirror behind the counter she pushed a stray hair
straightened the back of her
saw
stared straight at her; then with
'
off
Looking into the large
the mass of brown ones.
said
I
regaining her
the hot water, jerked a dish rag from the rack and
wiped her arms and hands.
Then for the
head and looked directly
girl
then
She turned
breast pocket. his
joyable time," he said lightly.
"I
saw that she had not been heard.
into
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;
"Oh,
from the water, throwing suds over the counter.
"Hot water,"
his
lowered her eyes.
suds.
turned on the water.
"Damn!" she snapped
off
a case that he
for the first time she
He
took
fingers
She stepped back, her aggressiveness gone, and
placed the entire rack under the faucet and
she
his
as
Reluctantly he
in
deep, mellow voice with a
the drying rack, and dripping suds,
in
And eyes.
slender
within
"You were saying something?"
his
She shrugged her shoulders and turned back
it
His
sensitive
his
deep
he spoke.
the unsociable customer,
to her dishes, lifting the last one from the
She placed
Byron.
time he raised
hesi-
reading.
and placed them carefully
black
and answered. moment's
a
end of the page.
to the
man
Yet, the
silence
without
chuckle issued from
a
rock
a
like
only there wasn't
.
glasses
at her.
which she clanked into a drying rack.
of
And
had taken from
brown
who, unheeding her deliberate noise, continued
.
closed
first
was burrowing elbow-
streak of blond,
stillness .
played at the corners of
smile
came
he
on the scarred table.
the
the
merely raised an eyebrow and
gesture
a
in
minute.
a
mouth and
had come and gone at the soda
People
time.
Slowly
noiselessly
He
tation he continued
waver of an eye from the book the
and settled
finger
a
golden liquid was drawn up through the straw into an
shattered
wasn't startled.
one side of the book, so
angle touched
wasn't meant to be washing
the pleasant tinkling of falling glass.
glass while five supple fingers
into a position at
it
I
the morning."
in
through a plate glass window
with well-kept nails encircled the glass and slowly lifted
dull.
is
Her voice
Dark eyes lapped
The hand automatically returned
turned the page. to
"Life sure
dishes at three
one hand, the other hand
in
fingered a glass of orange-ade.
1 ears
Ill
a,i\
"I
enjoy reading
that's
all.
Some people
read poetry. some gamble; got off from work that pened when
drunk;
hands
hips.
I
14
It
I
I
just
get hap-
stopped by
—
—
THE COLONNADE Then
the library and got a book of Byron's poems.
stopped
I
the
girl
'Please do
he
re-
The
"Carried away with a bool< of poems?
'
teach
quizzed.
"And what
there?"
is
there
like
"Sounds
Interesting, but a
You
elementary.
little
Did you ever read any of
times.
don't think so; they don't
"I
the authors
"Really
here
well,
.
.
.
the names of
tell
one
is
—want
to read it?"
She looked at
her the book.
handed
it,
back.
"You read him
opposite
me," she said
to
it
the
in
herself
settling
backed
straight
something
or
hie
chair,
work
"I
He
In
that's
Good
she
said
names
—the
he
She
window.
empty
from the
glass
She
Stopping
silence
parted
and
said
and
softly,
tears,
In
disappeared
she
turning,
through the doorway. ones,"
sad
she
What
cry.
exthe
NIGHT INTO MORNING
"They
3uld
anyone
be
Continued from page
She grinned and tossed her head.
had
was
just finished
sitting at
the dishes.
the window just
5
was raining.
It
I
waiting and
like this,
"
"We
don't part
escaping from "Shall
"Sure,
his
a
but you could see
it
mouth.
with
went on through the poem.
familiar
poem
he read
it
as
if
Engrossed
he had never read
in
girl.
When
She met
the
before,
it
with a passion of voice as only one
understands can.
who
he had finished he looked
his
gaze, and two tears ap-
peared at the corner of her eye and spread mas-
down
her cheeks.
away
with
chapped hands.
"I'm glad you liked
couldn't stand of the stairs
"Up
It's
it.
my
a
in
think
I
any longer.
was
Something
got
I
I
got mixed up upset
so
I
went to the head
I
and called him and he answered me. waited and honey," he said.
minute,
waited and he
I
still
didn"t come.
Then what hap-
Then what happened?
pened? saying,
it
I
to Kirk?
remember.
can't
I
do?
I
was unravelled,
it
Whatever happened
it.
terrible.
Nell
"That was beautiful," she murmered, and brushed the tears
Yes,
promised
knew he was going
I
Then what did
off.
it
knitting.
she prompted.
"
He had
upstairs.
me somewhere, and
to take to put
he asked.
"
come
waiting for Kirk to
laugh,
sensitive
continue?
I
tears.
in
The man choked
cara
from the
gone.
calling,"
outside.
I
at the
had the wrong
when she reached the door leading into the back room, she turned and looked at the street light
I
mused,
He was
passed the long mirror without a glance.
your boy friend and you.'
hie
I
turned
she
as
I
and walked
it
scarred table and walked over to the counter.
she
tears."
in
make me mean?"
two,
"Well,"
thought
I
he
night."
walked to the door, opened
"Lord, and
Then
12th street.
to the corner past the realm of light.
In
and
silence
ad-
parted
one of those
"They
claimed.
the factory on
in
"When we two
"When we two
asked
she
"
answered.
he
teach,"
don't
I
added,
started reading.
"Oh,
that?
like
picked up the rag and the
those books," she said seriously.
in
He handed
stories?"
his
and jumped up.
to reality
Hey, mister, what do you do? Do you
sort bolts.
Byron was the greatest love story writer of
know,
he
night,
miringly.
"No,
Romance, lovebooks
True
is
They're real good." she answered.
that.
it
literature
could ask what books you read."
"I
"Well,
all
better
came back
girl
some
again
you
see
I'll
offered.
I
carried away."
plied.
Maybe
was
here to buy an orange-ade and
in
is
standing at the door gaping stupidly and
"Need any help?" Say
Say
it.
Far
away down the
Say
it.
it.
Say
it.
Say
it.
"
favorite.
There was a long silence while each thought over the
poem.
distant
danced.
Outside
noises. It
it
The
was
lights
was early
in
still
quiet
blinked
except for
and
the morning.
After a while the man rose, picked up
and put
it
under
his
arm.
shadows
his
book
traffic
is
river
in
groping through the
another city the rain.
It
darts this
way and that and, as the lights blink off and on, it moves down bright boulevards and through dark and narrow alleys. Out of the maze of traffic the
THE COLONNADE buses pull into the lanes and deposit their weary
even enough to find the
cargo into the chaos of the
He
station.
The traveling salesman emerges from the
parked everywhere.
buses are
rain;
Somehow
There
in
as he reaches
is
leaving
nothing
but
manages
to see through the line of buses and get
confusion.
strained,
As he
room.
into the waiting
stale
going out
weeps
tear of rain trickles
watch
of the
air
he finds
Finally
the
but
lane,
his
him standing there gazing after
rain
in.
people are thronging
the bus pulls out with a long snort,
it,
lights are
The
city.
finds himself in the
and the
light
artificial
The
salesman
the
he should stand
line
The
vain.
in
about everywhere.
bus, ex-
a
Throngs of people are darting about
hausted.
searches
running
Now and
on.
down
then a
listless
the panes, and people
People
alone.
droplets,
and wasted
it.
the windows of the
in
with
room, suddenly the incredible weariness takes hold
sacrificed
of him again. The strain of
dreams, people who are unloved or think they are
down
at his shoulders,
He
finds a place to set
used
is
in
traveling
to
but tonight
stations,
is
heavy suitcases
his
He
different.
hasn't
body
his
is
Wild
wide-awake stupor.
so tense he couldn't sleep
He makes
his
way his
look strange, huffy
and impatient.
and the
line,
going
ticket
Finally he
agent
"Go
saying,
is
the
"Where?"
The
Not much more time. He sits down on a hard wooden bench, wearily. Throngs of people move and out the doors, through the huge
and
past the
things
to
of
businessmen,
negroes,
children,
waiting
the
that
worst
patiently
and
picture book.
lies
around.
Nobody
will
limp and haggard,
slumber,
his
his
A
people
lies,
appears
it
very
little
girl
room
a
eyes closed his
his
and makes
cases strain the
his
way
aching
risen,
reels;
pretty,
me up
to
sweet,
in-
"
rotten to the core!
going out and the
rain
weeps
despair, the shuddering night sinks
on.
and
rises,
takes
hills
the houses are sleeping
in
lulls
transparent currents
in
the
hills,
over the
with cautious breath.
Out
A
even before the birds have begun to sing. note, then two, the repeated phrase
single
comes the
cities,
realizes
to the door.
all-pervading.
The sleeping
their mind's ear.
that
The birds hear.
and joyous chirping
branches.
their
in
be-
They begin
the whiteness of
people
hear
it
with
They awake with the sweet phrase minds,
and they keep singing
his
suit-
ringing
in
The
suit-
silently,
elaborating the theme. Yellow lights stream kitchen windows,
his
shoulders.
out from the
Which one?
His head
cooking begins.
muscles of
There are so many buses.
am
morning begins, even before the sun has
of the
forsaken
bawling out the
He
bus has been called.
I
of the rising whiteness the sweet mysterious song
young man in
and
river
greasy clothes
and the traveling salesman suddenly cases,
think
am
I
whiteness floats
is
their loud is
with
As if they are standing on no substance, the houses seem to be lifted up into the whiteness where they have floated all night and where they are still floating on the edge of the morning. The
read to her. She doesn't
cheeks sunken and
the loudspeaker
inwardly
fog.
clinging to his limbs.
Now
No!
lights are
through the
All
people
laborers,
Sometimes
a farther corner of the
In
parlor
the with
on a suitcase, gently turning the pages of a
sitting
ask.
looks
crying
are
lights
beer
the
cleaves to the ground.
is to sit with folded hands The traveling salesman waits
hell
throughout eternity.
is
of
and
in
mothers
resigned to waiting, people resigned to resigned to almost anything.
prostitute
The
weeps.
IV
are
Servicemen,
seats.
rain
front
in
Do you
With deep
corridors,
magazines
of
displays
More people
eat.
rows
endless
sleepy
tramps,
the slums.
in
ahead, take me, grab me, hold
light!
nocent?
"
"Atlanta.
in
people
up-
their
in
intellectuals,
vehemence:
the
is
Down
out.
weeping
the
The ticket agent;
next bus.
The
narrow white bed.
he had a chance.
if
houses and
large
in
Grocers
another, to go through a few brief days of combat, and then to be shipped back to meet death in a
in
he
to the ticket counter to find
out when to catch
first in
people
laborers,
people with forsaken
And wounded G. I.'s in the hospitals. A hapless end, to be moved from one monotonous camp to
shivering
for sleep,
apartments,
stairs
slept
uncontrollably with exhaustion, he waits around a state of
unloved or are never sure.
them down. The salesman and crowds and waiting
His blood cold,
four nights.
pulls
back, across his forehead.
his
lives,
Now
he can't concentrate, he cannot help himself 16
the
dew
is
it
and the sound of
dropping with cool freshness and
"
"
the air work,
The Fight
They are
with the song on their minds.
of love,
full
People go by on their way to
clearing.
Is
still
with a desire to nnake amends.
filled
up
Soon they
minds on their work.
Once
the vise of inertia.
in
does not stop of
thing
mer.
Except
most
are
moments,
rare
in
across the sky, closed
may
their path
though
bounds
of
their
motion, a
are
all
shading
And
yet
there
beach towel. elbow,
slowly
on the horizon of the ocean.
to stand
up and get under the shade of
bronzed tan of
the
He moved down When he arrived
love
by
a
his
messages of
at the umbrella,
if
love.
During the night there was an automobile colbut now
all
cleared
is
A
pass heedlessly by.
happy, pass by hand clown
is
my
calico clown
away and two
boy and a
Now Now
hand and
in
might as
down
my
said,
heart.
He
Children of the world, they arise
the
of
ashes
crossing
destruction,
Though they are
of magic water.
away
miles
they
times,
at
come
still
a
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his
muscles jerked
"You
a
crowd?
a
good
mamma
buddy," he
look,
ever teach you that three's
"
By
time Buck was on
this
his
He was
feet also.
in
feet
six
tall
and over and he towered above
the
The boy sneered and opened mouth to make another remark when a brown
The
caught him squarely
the other boy.
wind
sifts
trees
drink
rises
the
hair
the
and over the
faster,
the
of
freshness
trees,
of the
hills
buoyantly.
and through
air
their roots they gurgle
happy
streams of the earth.
Spread over the mountains
in
sunlit
greenness, for a
ing
of
rolling
paint,
beating
the
oppression.
With
a
"You've By
to take
of
hammers,
defiantly
and the
approaches with
sudden heave the world,
monotony
of
the
afternoon,
two
star,
and ninety-two
hundred thousand miles from the
like a
killed
him!
"
He
screamed the
pointing
and,
to the
fell
girl.
a
laugh.
Buck looked at to the
Anyone
Still
laughing
to
he
himself,
through the crowd, none of
hundred
million,
face.
all
of
boy's form,
them ques-
wish to claim the
body?
to stop his monstrous form,
thousand miles from the moon, forty million miles
from the nearest
the
time a crowd had gathered, having heard
tioned with
full
giant grinding stone, turns and spins out into the
cold
this
the loud, harsh voices.
Then, with the splash-
the noon
of derricks,
in
his fist
sand and lay there, motionless.
secrets to the under-
moment they seem
up the song of the morning.
his
said.
million
back
glimpses of their laughter under the lamplight.
The breeze
Buck
got no further, for the other boy was on glaring at him.
silver
the sunlight, crossing silver bridges over
look
silence,
think!
eyes blazed and
"Now
"Didn't your in
sarcastic
thanks and flopped
in
do you
the heck
in
blue
abruptly.
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shortly.
the
at
moment or two of strained "Hope I'm not intruding."
Buck's
feet,
of
down," said the boy
the refreshing shade.
in
"What
they seem to be not children of the out-
bridges
sit
blond crew-cut bristled
After a
dearest darling.
he has run far away."
China, America.
"This
down."
but he only nodded
reply,
love, is
well
Buck's
sing.
ward eye, but children of the whole world
lakes
love.
in
"Well, since you had to pick this umbrella, you
children
ragged and
girl,
Dance with me, happy clown of my
out
air.
was occupied
it
here a second?" asked Buck.
sit
I
sun really gets a fellow
A
wide shoulders and back.
the beach with a determined
couple who were quite obviously
"Mind
"A
He
one hand
Telegraph wires span the planet sending
present.
lision,
his
an umbrella nearby, and the muscles rippled under
Wide is
bright red
up on
handsome, arrogant face, watching a
his
He moved
past
fly
his
propped
moving
ship
and
selfish
on
sat
was
ham-
was beating hot on Buck's body as
sun
lUv^ he
the
says
drive, they
HE
'
.
they cannot outfly the
be,
limits.
in
set
narrow way.
their
in
be closed
Blackbirds
beauty.
to
blind
will
own accord,
its
The workers keep on; they
law.
MAfJfJ
out of carts, they have
rolling
almost forgotten their original intent as they sef their
MEADE
by
But then, with the splash of paint, the beating of
hammers, and the
elbowed
whom made and stalked
his
a off
way move down
the beach.
nine
Sure hate to spend he muttered.
sun.
17
fifty
cents for an umbrella,"
A Parable 0~ NCE
landed
upon a time, during the season when the was sweet and green, a man and a
ground beneath the wings to
earth
sparrow mysteries
about
walked that
life
in
they
and
As
Suddenly the sparrow stopped him, "Have care!" he
"You have stepped upon
cried.
flower and crushed
and
crushed
matter flower.
earth.
am What
said,
he cried.
"It
is
have
reason
I
merely another
death of useless flowers or to heed the words of stupid bird? for
my own
resting
It
is
death
the two sat and
myself for
I
is
whom
that which
I
in
mused awhile on the
far
He
feet grew very hot.
in
from
fell
spread
his
body
the breeze.
into flames.
little
sparrow
mighty sphere
below saw the
The
the cupped
in
fire
consumed
palm of the mighty hand.
lifted
through space
pool
He
strong
until
bent
felt
he rested his
head
before him, and as he drank of the
body once more grow
beautiful waters he felt his
a
sparrow
a last painful breath, the
the palm of the giant hand.
to the
must worry,
and whole within
He
him.
stretched
wings with a joyous happiness, and he saw that
Then
fear most.
I
his
eyes grew dim with pain, the earth
body being
his
bother about the
to
his
the
As he drew
man, the supreme creature of the
I
Heedlessly the
feet.
with fury until naught was left but the crystal pool
What
"Ah!
his
upward, but they
above him burst
beautiful
flower lay
a
beneath them.
broken
that!"
is
a
on
The man looked down to
and as the bird had
feet,
his
it!"
fly
and floated away
the
understand.
not
did
of
talked
pool before
a
in
man stepped around it and began to walk about on the great new world. And as he walked, the
feathers had
fearful marvel
become
as
snowy white
his his
as the clouds
"Look!" he cried; and as the bird's eyes followed
As the gentle wind lifted him in restful it murmur to him, "You have tasted the waters of truth, and you shall live in peace
the pointing finger, he saw outstretched
forevermore."
about him.
of death.
Suddenly
a
huge hand, and
rested
may will
"I
for
the
in
flight,
sky.
the sky
At
stone,
me
"Give
sphere.
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Why Johnny
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To know or not to know: that
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did
the
little
To
bird
upon
The man took his
his
own back he
wings,
and
placing
them
flew Into the heavens toward
The wounded sparrow watched from the and as the man
at
last
down from
touched
the
classify sensations
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