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The gyres! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth;
Things thought too long can be
no longer thought, For beauty dies of beauty, worth of worth.
And
ancient lineaments are blot-
ed out.
—William
Butler Yeats
"The Gyres"
LONGWOOD COLLEGE VOLUME
I,
NUMBER
1965-66
70-C 1:485
1
STAFF Donna Weatherly, Kaye Catron
Editors
Poetry Editor
Freda Richards
Essay Editor
Short Story Editor
Art Editor Business
Myers
Phyllis
Betsy
Manager
N-
Mary Gompf Page Taylor
Ann Cooley
Literary Board
Carol Mann, Linda New, Joan Faulkner, Joan Emerson, Barbara Powers, Vivian Gale, Donna Barnes, Karen Diehl, Frances Bain
Patricia hlutchenson,
Jerry
Daniel,
Martha
FHali,
Circulation Staff
Helen Weeks, Susan Besley, Alice Rennie, Pat Sharon
Ripley,
Sandra
Rhodes,
Nancy
Beverly Jenkins
Board of Advisors Mr. FHerbert Blackweli, Miss Barbara Bishop, Dr.
Rosemary Sprague, Mrs. Ruth
Thrift,
Spain,
Taliaferro
Vicki
Jester,
CONTENTS Photograph
Rusty Stephenson
Two
Phyllis
Children, short story
Pen and pencil sketch Some Thoughts, poem Charcoal and watercolor
The
Plight of the
Negro
Nancy McAllister Donna Barnes Diana Johnson Diane Henkel Suzanne Briel
Child, informal essay
Woodcut Pencil
sketch
Beverly Cuthrlell Ruth Horton Vivian Gale
On In
Myers
Despair and Disenchantment, poem Remembrance, short story
Etching
Pudd Murdoch
Charcoal and watercolor Bittersweet Chocolate and Charcoal sketch Ink and watercolor Photographs Pastel composition
Diana Johnson Freda Richards Sandra Richardson
I
II,
poem
D. L
revlev/
,
Pencil
sketch
Themselves They Call "Individual," Ink
and watercolor
Tempera
collage'
poem
5 6 7 8 10 10 11
16 17 18 19
22-31
Judy Cundiff Donna Barnes
32 33
Freda Richards
41
Pudd Murdoch Carole Mann
42 43
D. L
44
Phyllis
Myers
Beverly Cuthrlell
Pencil sketch
The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby, book review
4
20
Rusty Stephenson
To Keep a Promise, one-act play Night of Camp David, book review Charcoal and ink sketch Forever in Joy, book revlev/ Ink and watercolor W. B. Yeats and the West of Ireland,
I
3
Phyllis
Myers
Beverly Cuthrlell Leif Erlckson D. L
Judy Cundiff
45 46
47 48 49 49 50
TWO
CHILDREN
they touched and softly discussed.
Then she again sprang up. "Let's play house!" she
Myers
Phyllis
High
the giant, budding oak the squirrels chattered
in
language;
unintelligible
their
warm
earth
below the surface
just
moles burrowed
the
communication between them.
— no
solitude
in
For
all
in
it
shoes and walking on grass and through frolicsome
mood
around the
need
for
and warm, swelling
shedding
puddles. Their
green lawn
they
till
fell
to the
ground
in
exhilarated dizziness. the
little
boy asked
his
companion.
thin,
It
life
much
seemed crocus suddenly opens. Her
meditation. Then suddenly she
as the
first
wiry legs ran info the house, and she shouted with en-
"Com'on!" He obeyed.
thusiasm,
to
in silent
was dark
in
two children,
the musty for
it
attic,
the
but
its
aroma was
alluring
promised the unfolding of secrets long
friend through the
cobwebs.
little
maze
Reverently she
whispered,
of dusty trunks, lifted
the
lid
skillfully
leading her
magazine
silk
hats for
piles,
and
of a particularly rusty-
looking trunk, and wondrous things did they behold rare
routine
of
the
garrulous
stopped chattering they
who paid
Feverishly,
they
about
scurried
squirrels.
The
furry
little
beings
each other and soundly scolded the
at little
were
attention to them; so engrossed
Finally,
In their task.
when
for a
all
was ready, they chose the
mother or a father and
on a rocky couch to partake of
their afternoon tea.
sat
down
But some-
thing wasn't quite right. "I
know,"
she
and
said
rummaged around among
the
age, but fresh and beautiful under the spring sun's indirect rays
and
In
the eyes of the beholder. This she placed over her
head and waited. girl
their
treasures until she found a tattered lace curtain, yellow with
dormant and forgotten.
"Over here,"
and fled with
lid,
the world of crocuses, squirrels,
stones In which to serve tea and delicate little mud cakes. They decided to build their pretend house under the sheltering boughs of the giant, budding oak, thus greatly disturbing the
appropriate costumes
She stooped to spring to
earth.
—
softly
the most desirable
of
finding sticks to partition off rooms on the green carpet and
intruders
"What do you wanna do now?"
pile
the trunk, gently closed the
treasures to the outside world
them spinning and laughing around and
sent
fluffy
mud
for
in
the
living things the earth
was but the time
items
of
was awakening, an annual event. For two children, however,
So they gathered a
exclaimed.
—smooth,
and moth-eaten wool, shoes with thick high heels and a fashionable gentleman of the twenties. Each article
looked around Quickly,
almost
He
until
understood, and he thought and then
he decided what he was looking
for.
went about gathering
the
impulsively,
he
golden dandelions that dotted the stood before her with
from the heat of
"Here," he
his
green carpet. Then he
offering which was already drooping
his tight little fist.
said.
soft
TWO
CHILDREN
Gently she took them, then grasped contemplated the flowers and each other. "is that ail "I
hand,
and they
you do?" he asked.
guess so," she replied.
The
down pink
his
squirrels chattered on, into their
and
After a
warm
nests.
and the moles burrowed further The sun was acquiring hues of
violet.
moment he
said, "I'm hungry."
"Me, too," she replied; so they raced to the kitchen door leaving bouquet and veil behind to rest upon the green carpet, and they were laughing and spinning with the joy of each other, of the earth's awakening, and of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
— .
SOME THOUGHTS In
Waltzing by myself
on the sand I
at
midnight
am
until
lucky. I
Standing like
an ignorant Fool,
my
searching for
way.
Standing
on an empty in
and comes some happy second worth waiting for
remembered God. I
.
be sad again and forget.
Sadness and sadness
and lot
SADNESS
a long white robe,
Never ending,
cap, with
all
of
my
always present. life
Laughter
Rolled in
No one
paper.
To be wanted and needed is
a great feeling,
but think
how great
to
have
what Even me.
need
But smile
fulfilled. I
be
sad, so sad
enough
to cry
or die
the
knows
how how
the want the
is
facetious answer.
a piece of
hate
I
feel
I
I
am.
and the world Cry and you .
.
.
.
ALONE. Donna Barnes
THE PLIGHT OF THE NEGRO CHILD
broken panes of the windows were stuffed with paper, most
had never been painted, and there were holes
of the houses
Diane Henkel
summer
This
in
worked on Project Headstart, a government
1
plan for preparing underprivileged children for the
Along with one other white person, entirely
aware
Negro world
six
interviews,
records,
I
and
common
I
became
to these children.
personal
observation,
I
learned that most of the children had very low family incomes,
very
little
parental guidance, a great lack of responsibility,
and family backgrounds deplete of any enriching In
order to participate
for a child to
many
come from
a
home
with a low family income, but
all
nomic conditions. this
In
parents of the children were required to an-
swer many questions concerning,
answer
officials.
One
income
among
other things,
of these questions was,
of the
question either
"What
house.
walls.
Most
of the mothers said, "Don't look
They did not readily
cleaned, yet."
ain't
I
their
Another problem
One
guidance. is
of the children
the marital status of the
were found
to
was
be
mother?"
illegitimate.
One
Many
"What
of the children
interviews went
of the
partially like this:
"Are you married?" I
ain't
married."
"fHow many children do you have?" "Nine."
"Have you ever been married?" "No."
"Do you know who John's "Yes, John Brown.
father is?"
He's the daddy of
all
my
kids."
the
Most people did not because they were embarrassed family?"
about the small amount or they could not compute the amount.
"Do you know where he "No,
I
ain't
is
living?"
seen him for a coupla years, but
Besides illustrating illegitimacy,
this
he'll
be back."
interview points also to
Often the children do not
Those who did answer had amazingly low incomes even with
another lack of parental guidance.
both parents working. Another evidence of the lew income of
see one of their parents for weeks, months, or a lifetime. small
boy said
was the tattered, handed down clothes which the children wore. The clothes were either too large or too small
Washington, D.
Also the homes of
The children
the families
and were badly matched combinations. the
children
not
their lack of parental
of the questions in the interview was,
ecois
homes could
be solved by housecleaning.
"No,
was necessary
expected by Project Headstart
dollars annually,
entire annual
it
incomes were below the norm, two thousand
of these
an interview,
Project hieadstart,
in
culture.
the
and
admit to strangers that the problem with
I
hours of each day,
problems which were
of the
Through
for
grade.
was situated in a school was in an almost Because
175 Negro pre-schoolers.
with
first
at
the floors
were run down. There were no screens, the
that his
C, also
mother had been on
a
One
"vacation"
in
for five months.
showed
a great lack of responsibility.
The
(continued on page 9)
THE PLIGHT OF THE NEGRO CHILD head
problems
in
Negro
schools
conception of time." into
for
slip
of the greatest
The children have no
Unconcernedly, small children walked
Many
late.
times they didn't
any other reason than "din v/ana." The children
also not able to
mission
tardiness.
two or three hours
class
even come
were
is
(continued from page 7)
"One
of the Project In the local area said,
do a simple
home, have
four different slips
task such as carry a per-
As many
signed, and returned.
it
would be sent home with
one would be returned. The problem didn't seem with
age
either, for the other brothers
sisters
the only magazines are those which should
had trouble
home
newsstand, or a
in
the children
During
this
been exposed
period
I
Room
darkened, lying on the
gave each other questioning looks when they heard the opening notes of the Nutcracker Suite. They floor, the children
all
all
few weeks
I
deplete of any enriching cultural experiences,
My
at school,
I
was
at a
complete
loss as to
v/as
the verses to the latest
He
replied,
Once more
what they
It
was torture
had
It
The
Is
I
his
child's
for
name
or no
little
to get
one or
Few
came
with
said to
to school with the ability to write their It
was evident
their parents
had no knowledge
names or
that their parents
had not taught them even the most elementary
me, Is
all
lie
said,
could get from
I
"Ahwa." him was,
Through my close work with them, plight of the
Negro
teacher, to
concerned
all
two hours of completely academic work finished a day.
because
asked him and once mere
I
was saying, she said stand.
day
for
things,
perhaps
of these things
them-
selves.
was very distraught "Ahwa." I
first
your name?"
"Ahwa."
1
'NA/hen
is
but they also soon
surprised to find that the children had
desire to learn.
any knowledge of numbers.
would have, the
I
hits,
first
were saying.
Unaware of the trouble chubby little boy, "What
which
in
discovered that the children had never
to classical music.
a liking for the lighter classics.
life is
music
classical
live.
rest
developed
that his
which
in
be banned from the
the type of world
could sing
It
the type of experiences which are so familiar to us.
a
is
back.
home and brought
slip
which there are
which not one note of
has ever been heard, but
Perhaps the most disheartening plight of the Negro child
seeing that the child took the
is
and
improve
to
in
no bookshelves because there are no books, a home
as
before
a child
home
there are no pictures on the wall, a
who
a
is
"Why
Negro,
that's
listen to
what he
very easy to under-
Arthur Walker."
almost inconceivable
to
Imagine a
In
children
learning
start
Negro
is
in
child.
the school
In
showed
an encouraging sign.
working with
all
I
became aware
of the
the end, the fact that a few a real desire I
and
interest
have learned that
if
we
such underprivileged children when they
are very young, they have the chance to develop into promis-
home
in
which
ing, useful
people
in
our society.
ON
DESPAIR
AND DISENCHANTMENT The
artist
has no hands,
no eyes
The poet finds no words; nor
tries.
Creation's crushed, has
And
its
flow
ebbed
feet
once winge'd
now
are
webbed. Ruth Horton
10
!N
REMEMBRANCE
the
that
of
life
good
a
Vivian Gale
Avenue,
that she
would forget the
but,
as
usual,
she
of the soft pink
had convinced
crepe blouse she was wearing with the grey.
own money which felt
a
little
once
She was especially proud
But she would have to admit that, although
had
herself
irritating feel of the material
she had worn the outfit for a while.
it
had been her
she had spent on the blouse, at the time she
uncertain about spending so
much
for such a
She had been furious when she discovered a rip seam the second time she had worn the blouse, and she remembered how she had argued with herself whether to take the blouse back to that haughty saleswoman and demand a refund or not. She should have known that she would merely sew the seam and keep the blouse. It was worth the irritation and the money, considering all the compliments she had received on the outfit, she thought. She knew the suit was becoming on her, and now, in the secrecy of her own world, simple thing.
in
the
she smiled to think dull,
how few women could be
beguiling
in
a
if
ciled herself to the sad realization, at
the suit
publishing office she had
had helped her chances
just
visited.
How
ironic
to
at
the
think
first
a trifling
had recon-
But she
now
dejectedly and
only disgustedly. Yes, she had discovered this reality of
life
same time she had found that knowing "the right people" was also a "must" if you had hopes of ever getting at
the
any
of
your works
published
crossed her legs and
any media.
in
Jennifer
smiled to herself again.
faintly
ago when she arrived
she had been five years
in
idly
How
silly
the busy,
and held out a daring hand to the big metropolis, and received hardly a nod of recognition that she had arrived, much less a warm handshake. Then she had been one of
bustling city
"young
those
things"
innocent
her
writer
sneered about over their daily cocktails.
But she
had
knew more about
finally
she knew full
met the
now
that
life
of disappointments,
is
pitiful
days.
now. Yes, she, Jennifer Malone,
reality of life face to face, life
always
friends
Indeed, only re-
cently could she bear to think back over those
no "bed of roses."
you might say; Instead,
life
is
cold and bleak realities which must
be faced. True, there is some happiness in every woman's she would never be one to deny this clinging idealism of so many philosophers who refuse to give up all hope; but life
—
happiness life
—
is
just
a
moment, a bittersweet taste of is ecstatic joy and painful not last. Jennifer opened her intent
fleeting
bittersweet because happiness
agony
old maid's grey.
She wondered
depend on such
point as the effectiveness of her garment!
Jennifer leaned back in the peeling, old green park bench, and closed her eyes for a quick escape from the teeming world around her. Her smart grey suit scratched against her neck and arms; she had known the suit would be uncomfortable when she bought it at that fashionable shop on Connecticut
one she had unyieldingly
writer,
struggled with for months, could
that the joy will
blue eyes and without
blue sky of spring, with
lifting its
her sight upward, she saw the
billowy clouds
and humid
stillness,
REMEMBRANCE
IN
and she admired but
waiting struggle
above the treetops
gnarled
branches,
operator. face
life
—
live life as
She saw a blue
the inevitable cloudburst.
for
Oh
against to
yes,
live
in
the life,
the park, only to sink
in
of
Face
unfolds.
it
the
more
just
it
culture
of
that
her
tion to
send the
girls to
It
had been the family
so Jennifer
ing.
Not
tradi-
spectable young
it
was simply the "correct" course
Jennifer read to them every day, places, of princesses
bered the
and knights
in
And
had
awkward and long-legged Indeed, she had
in
that
respect,
she reassured
just
herself.
to
know more
living
that
She
painfully
to the
rushing
unknown
artists
who work
slavishly to give
something they can claim as their own creation.
remembered how
she wrote and submitted and
failed, with intermittent flashes of brief success.
would be published by a small-time firm on an unknown. Finally, after two years
always tales of far-away
inquisitive youngsters' eyes, revealing their
in
to the world
she read to them.
shining armor. She
than
of the thousands of
deeply impressed the children. She was a young teacher, and she possessed a quiet, natural beauty.
those
huge city, determined to find life's and ever-compelling circus of human performers. There, she had struggled to be recognized by the city, until the struggle became an obsession. She became one
for a re-
for Jennifer to recollect that she
right
She had escaped
of a middle class family to take.
was not surprising
life
truth
had taught school for two years after graduatimmensely enjoyed or disliked teaching for girl
of
She recalled
she had shown no
reminisced.
career training.
that she
that matter, but
It
for
one
really.
favorites,
of life. There must be more day to day, she had thought in her youthful innocence. She would find the truth in life, she had defiantly vowed. Ah, what an amateur at living, she now to
college to be refined and possibly to
be prepared to teach, but certainly not
And
for
young and yearned
before her had attended, and which she had been destined to claim as her alma mater also.
feeling
any of them
had had no
Jennifer
She had
had not been content with being a prim little schoolteacher. She had not wanted to waste her life passively reading to youngsters to arouse their lazy emotions. She was
and grandmother
nnother
and simple,
back,
thinking
But Jennifer
one side and had trained it to fall naturally in a short page-boy around her cheeks. She let her eyelids drop again, and her thoughts wandered to those days when she was a "young innocent thing" attending Larchmount, that grand institute
now,
But
adolescents than she had toward another.
been perfectly She always parted
their piercing bluntness
familiar with
with pride that she
to
old
become
not
its
stoically.
Jennifer stroked her soft brown hair.
them
assured herself the children meant nothing to her.
young she had learned, one must
hope
clinging
don't hope, don't fear, don't desire, don't hate, it
kite
in
questions.
intelligent
A
short story
willing to take a risk
of turmoil, she
had
remem-
gained a small claim to that recognition she so desired from
wonder.
(continued on next page]
12
REMEMBRANCE
IN
(continued from pÂŤgo 12)
the cruel circus, but she
some one
life,
still
searched
for
some
had believed
stable security she
certainty in life
held
in
store for every performer in the circus. It
was then that she had met Mark. To Jennifer, the nostalgic Mark was her most sensitive memory. Mark
recollection of
had not been
in
same
the
who
her writer cohorts
thing with their sarcasm a
grown man; and
social strata as she;
criticized
and dry
yet,
he did not
like
every sincere or guileless
Mark was a military man, remembered how his fine
wit.
Jennifer
blond hair parted to the side of his head always had made him look like a young boy, bursting with energy and eagerly waiting to plunge into
aspect of the world.
He
imagination.
loved as
life.
hated the Japs and wanted to
Jennifer had sensed
soon as they met
attending.
some adventure and conquer one more possessed hope and desire and
He had
In
at
fight,
yet he
intense energy for living
his
the cocktail
party they were both
the following weeks, they often
had drinks
to-
gether after she got off from work. Mark had been waiting for his assignment orders and enjoyed her companionship. At first,
Mark had been
just
that
for
Jennifer
but she was drawn closer and closer to
much and some yellow man life
so
She had found longing
to
orders, he
yet was willing to with
slanted
herself racing to
stay
with
him.
had taken her
eyes
—
companion, loved
he didn't even
know.
meet him
in
fight
the evening,
When Mark had
to a small
a
man who throw it away to this
received
and his
lounge on Eleventh Street, 13
IN
REMEMBRANCE
and they had danced until three o'clock. Jennifer had known what he was going to tell her, and yet, she would not stop
Jenny," he had whispered.
life,
He
left
the next morning for the Pacific.
she had received a brief battle,
and
address
commander had found
his
in his
people
in
month
in
only her
his
life's
life
Out
of the
circus that bustled past her
Mark had aroused
need
a
In
in
in
But
situations.
simple, uncomplicated pattern.
Mark might
not
the
would, and now, that she
After writing
right, after
Mark had
left
for
pages and pages
Involved.
how many "heroes" had been
that night or
She hated of
its
sly
its
ugliness,
preying on the aroused
with
those around her. They would
all
it
was up
fake
their
slogans
and sentimental
She remembered hov/ she had
to her, every
to bed, just for spite.
woman would wear
sheer
She didn't care who started
war or who stepped on China, couldn't they understand she received the letter about Mark, she had surIt
upset or that she was
in
had repeatedly asked
herself,
wasn't that she had not been
a severe state of shock.
"Why
Instead, she
Why
did he go?
cool
rungs of the wrought-iron
did he
not caring to bring herself out of her
about Mark's death.
Jennifer had sat to
dawn and
She
left
felt
bench through her little
"reverie"
She recollected how she suddenly had changed Pacific,
off the night's
how many Americans
Jennifer slipped her shoe off her right foot and
life,
not returned to her and never
of anything, typing until
her
and ugly
meet death halfway? For God's sake, Mark, why? Was death a 'duty' in life he had spoken of? Why couldn't he have closed his eyes to the war as she had bitterly and defiantly done?"
all.
the
if
even
When
promises;
in
loud
paper boy, spouting
prised herself by not crying.
her wistful reminiscing, she reminded herself
in
had been
Mark had
little
to walk to
that?
Because she had feared that
not the security she had been searching for
she warned herself.
killed
encompass her
nylons,
Before Mark,
made any become
dirty
constant
the
a sea battle, or rattling off
speeches, she had vowed.
name and
Mark had disrupted her
not return to her, she had not
She had hated
hearing
and confused emotions
hundreds of
she had not answered him; she would not
He was
in
and even parties with
later
second
She had preferred
a ringside, completely alone.
messy
some
happenings
dirtiness, palnfulness.
from strangers a friendly Indifference; then you did not get involved
shouts from
had been
window each day,
her for others.
morning,
She had
the wastebasket.
captured by the Japs. She had hated the war and
she would rather have been a part of the circus, yet be a
performer
each
sworn that
terribly.
dinner,
to
re-
personal things.
Mark had upset her only
A
Mark had died
letter.
plays,
invitations
her small cluster of friends.
had not cried; indeed, she had not answered
called that she
Mark.
Jennifer poignantly
in
refused
office
Now, musing back over that evening, she remembered how Mark had led her to a table and had taken the order from his shirt pocket and handed it to her. She had not opened it, but had stared at him silently. "It's just a duty dancing.
of
then throwing the manuscript
her
hermit's
the
nylons, just yet.
after hearing
life
and
rarely
(continued on next page)
14
REMEMBRANCE
IN
going to the
but she had favored no one.
tion,
same to be
more than twice
"friend"
busy, always busy,
war?" she would exist in
now
had decided there in
life.
that she
her dream. life;
hard to keep
War? "What
That was
definitely
just
a
proximity
had met the world, Mark had been wrong. There was no duty in
life
at
and coffee.
kite struggle,
Something
in
oblivious
branching
the
to
kite
to leave, she noticed
operator was struggling
was laughing and running
completely
park,
the
war,
eventually
and she strained her neck to follow
herself.
Now
She knew the
continued
to
to concentrate
all
write,
submitting
after-effect of
was the death of Mark.
tried to train
Mark, and only occasionally did her Jennifer knew that
many envied
somehow
war
that he
She had
never quite been able to bring herself to think of him
She had
wondered
some gaining recognition
and others being acidly rejected. The only
rule.
kite
to
would
far
too
much time remembering,
she told
she must tuck these thoughts away, and she tried
on the
hiiltons'
thinking of her black crepe she
short stories to agent after agent,
length of time.
would
But instead of
party at nine.
had planned
to
wear
that night,
it Is.
Jennifer
at
kite
hope and turned
fall.
She had wasted
Don't ever stop because then you realize
on Jennifer Malone
close
Jennifer
treetops.
her thoughts lingered around the boy with the
After
ecstati-
the
to
her faintly hoped that the
walk back briskly to her apartment.
cocktail parties, quick snatches of sleep, high-
what a cold, bleak world
invisible
in
was
Life
all.
his
Its
miss the treetops, but she suppressed the
from day to day, eating, working, going to dinners
and plays and
course.
its
the sky.
In
up, but he
the
of
watched the
was not any certain
dream of youth, and she knew the hopelessness of rosy
it
through
cally
was during these days
It
there was really nothing certain
just living
balls,
and always laughing.
As she got up
throat.
the blue kite flying low
She had preferred
She could prove the war didn't even
her world she had smirked.
that she
"truth"
ask.
smoke burned her
She had never dated the
at a time.
and yet her
The park bench v/as getting hard, and she opened her eyes and squinted In the bright sunlight. She lit a cigarette and the
and drink a steaming cup of black coffee before office. She had accepted every offered invita-
ing hours
after the war;
scar was there.
through the early morn-
to sleep
damage
feeling, care, or
(continued from page 14)
aparfment except
visited her
for
and
any
doubt,
her mind to forget
memory break
the
in
but
if
this
in
having proof of time the
kite
simply his
lifting
the kite out of the trees,
success for even a short time.
would
fall
now he was happy. She reached
section
her absolute lack of any
15
No
and he would be dejected, the light at a busy inter-
and listlessly waited for the pedestrian Jennifer awoke the next morning grumbling
strict
and she
had fallen yet. Surely it would fall, but did not seem Important to the child. She sensed
the kite
was elated in
kite;
signal.
to herself that
it
IN
REMEMBRANCE
was a good thing the day was Saturday, because she had she a terrible headache from the party. She truly believed managed to survive the first hour only because of five cups She opened the apartment door and of scalding coffee.
scooped up the paper with one hand, holding her head with On the fifth page, she saw the face of the little boy
the other.
running out from the park in the park. He had been hit while yesterday, and had been critically injured. Evidently he had been flying his kite and forgot to watch where he was going. Jennifer was sickened.
She didn't
had been when she learned
cry,
though
of Mark's death.
it
wasn't as
it
Then she had
wanted to cry but refused to; indeed, she had been afraid to she alcry. This time she was not afraid to cry, but somehow most envied the child. The boy had not deceived himself; he knew the treetops were there to snag his kite, but he had
hoped
that they
would not trap
happiness, sorrow, hate, hope
Mark's
kite.
Mark's
kite
had
it.
—
Mark had hoped too. Love, of these had been part of
all
fallen,
and yet Jennifer envied him.
17
BITTERSWEET This
CHOCOLATE
morning
Looking
I
waked
I
up,
out".
Trees,
And
blue and green
Whizzing and whispering
Of
And
a voice
shouted back,
And
I
falling leaves.
And my love "Come now.
answered,
hundred,
The anguish
And
Itself
to
me.
of wanting.
not knowing.
Not seeing.
Now
came
is
covered.
Mingles,
Expecting blood.
With completeness.
Pain.
And
out.
I
Don't wait," I
A
And welded And grew.
shouted,
And
It
Three times more,
laughed.
was only the wind from
Dead branches. I
And handed came back It
"Fool."
It
II
tore off myself,
I
shouted,
I
CHOCOLATE
BITTERSWEET
things growing.
Rapture,
found
Softness, warmth, Ecstasy,
and
and
Bittersweet chocolate.
And am whole. No night, clouded and I
light.
Bittersweet chocolate,
Morning
grey.
and
glories.
Freda Richards
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— Edward
TO KEEP A PROMISE Well ... This piay
won
Superior
a
Association competition tional television in
in
Award from
same
Virginia the
A Drama
You
year.
better not leave!
^^^^ \^^^^^
One Act
in
work today, Dorcas. Dorcas
1965 and was produced on educa-
Hampton,
quit
I
the Virginia Dramatics
home.
entire play takes place is
It
center,
left
room
an old arm-chair In
down
is
a
couch
it
easy.
I've
at
and
a
door stage
double window
left
leads to the kitchen. There
to the right of the
mean
I
it.
Edward
I950's
the
TRISTESSE,
or
60's.
sitting
is
As
a
up center door.
The play could take place anywhere in
is
the
in
down. Calm yourself and
Dorcas,
sit
(Dorcas
sits)
Dorcas
America, probably
curtain
on the couch reading.
rises,
DORCAS
EDV/ARD,
down and
I'm
really can't
expect
me
to stay after last night.
Dorcas
Edward you jump.
It's
1
only your big brother.
don't
see
why one more
thought
Now
it
There's
Edward (good naturedly) what would he be doing coming home
don't know,
What
point
of
That
decision.
insult
last
was
Dorcas difference does
says? You know
(irritated)
are you
point ... a
a
at four-thirty in
What (pause)
much
so
too much.
the afternoon?
I
make
Edward
was Daddy.
Dorcas
should
insult
difference.
Dorcas I
(stoically)
Edward
You
(As the door opens, Dorcas jumps)
at
me.
listen to
I'm listening.
her
twenty year old brother, enters up center.
Look
have
I
Dorcas No, don't go.
stage
right
(calmly)
to go.
leads to the bedrooms, the door up center leads to the outside,
better not leave!!! (very upset)
you nine hundred times why
told
and several high-
right,
room. The door
the
Take
of the Tristesse
shabbily furnished and very bare. There
back chairs anywhere
(ioltedl
you?
Edward
the living
in
just
(becomes frightened) You aren't going today, are
By Donna Barnes
The
You
doing home so
I
it
make
to
Edward (quoting
early,
A
Edward? 33
wise,
you what Daddy
don't think you're a
good-for-nothing
his
.
.
.
thinks or
a
Father)
chicken-livered
baby,
who
hides
TO KEEP A PROMISE behind a gutless excuse
Edward
Dad wants me
Dorcas
So big deal. That's
just his
home
I'm leaving
for a personality?
mooching
opinion
to,
bum who
selfish
lives
of
off
his
Are you going
his
Yes, Chicago!
You work and buy your own things. Edward right. do eat his food and live in his house.
not.
No, he's
time.
Dorcas That's the
way
it's
supposed
I'll
Dorcas
his son.
So what? I
O.K. You aren't going to leave me.
(trying to
to
Just ignore his stupid
Dorcas.
should,
months.
Edward stupid comments are too many
It's
time
I
to ig-
must leave.
fair.
Daddy
You've got to
No.
stay.
is
mean
Just
you act and make me
like
I
sorry.
.
.
.
well,
skinny son
she'll
every time
we
discuss
my
two more
like
a child)
have
to
accept
awakened
to
it.
the
(laughing) realities
of
Her life.
(coldly)
Don't pretend to be glad, Edward.
Edward
leav-
There you go again. Snap out of that trance. You're depress-
you understand. Then ycu throw a tantrum
ing me.
feel like a heel.
Don't hate me.
just
has finally
Dorcas
Dorcas
Dorcas (changing quickly)
Oh, I'm
know
tall
You didn't do anything. see how things go from now on, o.k.? Edward to you.
(losing patience) Dorcas,
ing,
in
Edward I
not
no
(hesitant)
be twenty-one years old did something on my own. I'll
Mother's going to cry. (she giggles
Dorcas It's
in
Dorcas
Twenty years worth of I
sound enthused)
(stares directly at him)
comments.
nore.
closed)
go? Edward
You are
still
get a job at the factory and be rich
(angrily)
to be.
a twenty year old
really a great opportunity.
It's
Do you want
I
in
Chicago?
to
Edward Dorcas
(Dorcas shuts her eyes)
no sense
is
Dorcas (eyes
money and
father's
mother's sympathies.
You do
and there
someone who doesn't want me around.
off of
Edward (continues quote)
A
(bluntly)
good.
tonight, for
I'll
listen,
and
It I
will
understand.
doesn't matter.
After today
(frightened at what she says)
promise.
I
can't bother
I'm sorry.
It
you any more,
isn't
never again.
(continued on next page)
34
— TO
A PROMISE
KEEP
You
come
will
visit
— in
(continued from page 34)
me, won't you? You
dark dress slacks and a white
socks; he
that's
all
offered
me
this
Terry.
bothering you? You know Uncle Asa has
He
job for months.
me
treats
like
you know what
will
be able
to
me
come home any
want.
I
me
home,
I'd
(exits right,
He pushed
tale.
Oh,
Momma
gets
is
go when
better be ready to
unbuttoning
hurt)
(Dorcas
from off
confused by
Edward Dorcas, where's your mind? asked I
1
found them.
his
to Terry? V/here's
Now, where was
I?
(he
your mother?
mother has not been home
Dorcas, where
change)
you've
.
.
is
she?
fixed, but there
all
it
I
sits,
(exits right)
told her to take the car
(points
Dorcas (very much
.
day.
toward door)
down
What
to get
are you
doing, dreamer?
Terry? I
if
is
Father (kindly)
it
is
to
Edward
My
—
(she
birthday
mean
(turns suddenly)
right)
socks?
Dorcas
first
didn't
Father (he speaks very loudly)
Tristesse
What? What happened
his
— he
Daddy!!
Where
(oratorically
him out of the chair
Dorcas
shirt)
was born when Dorcas Tristesse was four years old and his brother Edward was nine. We decided to call him Terry. Dorcas, have you seen my gray Russell
(shrugs)
Terry wouldn't eat
(Father enters up center)
when he was born. Edward
Terrence
(shyly)
him
Dorcas Start with
irritated)
again.
Dad got mad because hurt
our brother, not a fairy but
on socks;
Edward childish)
Edward right,
(puts
Dorcas Tell
time
cake.
all
called him Terry.
(she stares at him)
about Terry one more time before you go.
He was
say last?
i
that's like?
Dorcas (becoming very Tell
carrying shoes and
shirt,
did
Dorcas, you're fifteen years old. You know what happened.
Edward (ignoring her remark) I
We
Edward
a son
Dorcas
How do
What
next to Dorcas)
Dorcas
Edward that
Is
sits
will.
never mind,
comes back on
was
just thinking of things.
like
Daddy.
a
little girl)
Like
to the circus together.
Father (carelessly)
right
35
when we used
to
go
TO KEEP A PROMISE You're too big for
gone
Dorcas Will you
fhaf.
and
to get the car fixed myself
ready when
I
get back?
(exits
tell
your mother that
You
I've
have supper
to please
be
Daddy! Remember
—
is
that
tie)
we would always
said
That was eight years ago. This
—
now Edward. About Terry. Edward (angrily)
He was
hurt bad, Dorcas.
the table
When
Terry
and was paralyzed. You know
He
took a long time.
never moved;
that.
he
hit his
You know
it
happened,
all
of
stop acting
like
Death
isn't
me
I
I
told
remember
uneasy.
there for a year,
you
it
thought you'd forget
was good.
is
what you
tell
me.
He changes
has gotten too
deep and Edward too
the subject)
Edward
The Is
didn't, but the angels
on right?
this tie
Yep, sure
is.
I
Dorcas
(startled,
gave
to you, so of course
it
Edward
good, (becomes tense) Will you That's a
a child?
good
kid.
It's
then enthused) it
looks
good.
(laughs with relief)
about time
for
Mom
to
show up.
I'm
not looking too forward to telling her.
Dorcas it
was good,
(she acts as
if
in
a trance)
Go
Edward know
I
Dorcas All
Dorcas told
I
now.
it.
Edward No, not good!!
that
(The conversation
(almost pleased) But he didn't have to suffer any more.
Mother and Daddy was good wasn't it, Edward?
—
is
he has said the wrong thing and must cover
realizes
head on
story)
just lay
angels love him now. It
(he
up) fell
Dorcas (obsessed with the
I
After
Edward
Finish
You
together.
stick
you promised we'd always be buddies.
Lovely
Dorcas
do.
1
way.
man!
It
1
Dorcas
You
safe? (enters stage right, putting on
it
every time
(he has gone)
Edward (peeks around the door)
Hmm,
to
it
—
Listen,
up center)
Dorcas (turning as he leaves)
me
ask you to, but still don't see. Edward (angry, yet worried) Dorcas, grow up. Terry died. He's dead. It had to
tell
did, but
you were only
her. six
years old.
You
couldn't
get your coat on and
(Edward
exits right.
finish
packing.
Don't worry about
Dorcas looks out window) Here she
comes.
understand then, but you should now. You can.
(continued on next page)
36
— TO
A PROMISE
KEEP
tell fier.
I
—
— Mother (whining)
(continued from page 36)
Edward (from Don't
—
He
off right)
has no right to
Dorcas)
will.
tell
me how
Mother
Mom.
be out
I'll
Daddy came home and
are you doing
hang up
coat,
still
I
just
wanted
to see you.
Nowhere.
Mother Eddie, you're
so early, dear?
home
Edward I'm trying to
You got
Mom.
tell
you
(Dorcas heaves a
Mother
Edward It
fixed,
and he said
(noticing her finally)
Your father will be madder than the when he comes home. (Edward enters In suit) Edward, what will tell him? hie'll be so angry. Oh dear. (Dorcas Is no, the car.
Not
1
I'm
confused)
(slightly
Dorcas (loud enough
for
Edward (glances
at
him
to hear)
in
the middle of packing.
Dorcas)
Mom.
Mother
Edward all
that
Goodness, what for?
bad.
Dorcas
Edward (forcefully)
I'm leaving.
Mother, Daddy said to have supper ready when he got back. I'll
It.
looks very disgusted)
exactly!
peeved)
won't be
I
Ah, no, not exactly.
devil
He
Mother knew you could do
Oh, sigh and
a promotion.
(afraid)
Mother, Daddy took the car to get
What? Oh,
[excitedly)
early.
(She crosses to
not noticing Dorcas)
Dorcas
been, Eddie?
I'm
said for you
(takes off coat)
home
Where have you
Edward
Edward Just a minute.
(to
Mother No.
a second.
In
Mother
What
And,
own.
something?
for
home already?
Dorcas (quietly approaches Mother) Mother,
me
Did you want
(not noticing Dorcas)
Edward Yes,
my
Edward
(Mother enters) Eddie, are you
to run this house.
can manage quite well on
I
and
help you.
try to
extra
37
man
(Mother
(carefully, sits)
but with certainty)
Yeah, thought
get a job with Uncle Asa. in
He
I'd
go up
to
Chicago
said he could use an
the materials department, (starts off right)
TO KEEP A PROMISE
Father
Mother
(bursts out crying)
How soon
Why,
hell!
Don't
talk to
hfe
not
are you leaving?
Mother
Oh, my baby. (Dorcas
Edward I
your son
like that.
exits left)
am going
and wake up, (Mother
Mom.
packing. Cut out that babbling
finish
I'm not a
baby any more,
(exits
is
my
(a short,
right)
son.
tense silence)
Edward
alone on stage crying as father enters up
left
is
I
Father
keep composure)
(trying to
as soon as
I'm leaving now.
Please. center)
Mother Father Well, sobs)
managed
see you've
I
What
in
to get
home
the hell are you crying for?
finally, (notices 1
He
her
your son!
is
How
.
.
.
how can you
talk like
that?
Father (matter-of-factly)
come home from
Your son was born two years after went to war. Edward (desperately trying to avoid what is coming) I
day
a hard
and there you
at work,
sit
crying
like
a baby.
Mother
Stop It
.
.
.
It's
Just stop.
it.
Don't say
Mom,
it.
don't
tell
me.
Stop.
Edward. Father (cruelly)
(Edward enters with
a suitcase) It's
Father
true
.
.
.
SON. Your mother
told her
I
was leaving.
I'm
(calmly)
Now,
going to Chicago to work
I
finally
cry,
and
inconsiderate
You
that isn't true.
(notices
Dorcas
love me, son.
staring)
Dorcas, don't believe what you see and hear; only what
have something it
in
you.
(to
to
respect you
tell
for.
anyone) hie can make
his
1
didn't
(Dorcas enters
to
left;
Is
frightened by what he says) Nothing else
I
is
Dorcas (covers ears) Don't.
Father (disgusted)
go? stands by
(She
true.
he's got guts besides.
do you want
you.
mother
Mother
Why
know
Edward
Father (sarcastically)
know you had
Edv/ard, you
for
her brother.
Well,
a tramp; an
Mother
Edward I
is
tramp.
What have you done now?
(to left
Mother) You ruined a good
the only decent person
door)
38
in
life,
(to
the house.
Edward) You loused up
Look
at her. (points to
.
TO
KEEP
A PROMISE
Edward
(continued from page 38)
Dorcas) She's scared to death
.
.
.
like
a
little
kid.
Terry wasn't
You made
No! Yes
Edward
.
.
.
what
I
said,
mean.
I
No, Edward.
I
out of
this
I'm going to
Edward
house, and don't you ever step foot
BUY my
in
it
I
again.
slowly)
are, Dorcas.
I
I
wasn't sure ...
know
it
isn't true,
Edward. You don't believe him, do you?
He
As soon
Dorcas
I'll
true for a long time. Mother, (bitterly) Tell
—legitimate?
here, Dorcas, (she
When
I
his.
You
get to Chicago
.
.
come
as
I
get settled,
I'll
is,
she
Who
I
In
promise
a month. I'll
take
Yes, Edward.
Edward
is.
Edward Mother?
for you.
Dorcas
startled)
Dorcas
come back
get you and take you with me.
care of you.
Mother
Terry,
Come
knew you were
Edward
known what's
Yes, yes.
of you.
Leave now, Edward.
Please hurry.
is
Edward
is
my
all
Dorcas
father.
(Dorcas
I
hurts you.
Mother
is
you are
(without emotion)
hate you, mother, (turns to Dorcas)
crosses
dinner.
(Father looks at Dorcas, storms out up center)
me,
.
embrace him)
love you son. (she tries to
Father
I've
.
Mother
am.
It
.
Oh, thank you, mother dear.
out!
Edward
your
don't
I
Edward Mighty thoughtful
Father
Get
true then.
children.
Because you hated me.
I
is
It
Mother
her hate me.
Get
(sadly)
his either, (realizes the truth)
I'll
hurry.
Remember what
I
(nervous)
said,
little sister.
We'll be buddies.
Dorcas
was Terry's father? Yes.
Mother Edward, how can you say that? You're being ridiculous!!
I
believe you.
Don't worry, Eddie.
39
Everything.
You can
trust
I
see now. (very emphatically)
me.
TO KEEP A PROMISE
now. They didn't love you but the angels
poor
Edward
Remember whaf
Goodbye. will
be
like
before.
promised.
I
up center
(Dorcas peeks into the door)
back.
It
Edward
up center. Mother stands
for a
Dorcas
crosses, gets suit-
moment, then
Eddie, what are you doing to Terry? (she backs into couch,
exits
very frightened) I'm sorry, Eddie, (pause)
also.)
aren't bad.
(offstage)
Edward!! Wait, please son
stage
left,
left
is
is
She walks to up center door, looks
alone.
a six
year old child.
Eddie? for
She runs
falls,
Eddie, where's
Dorcas
lightly
Momma?
talks
downstage, calling
if
she hears a noise) Eddie,
(A voice from off right
is
.
.
heard.
It
at.
(jerks
that
is
sounds
head
I'm sorry, Terry.
I
could feel things. anything.
I
didn't
looks
Momma
didn't think
you
and Daddy said you can't
feel
didn't,
I
I
You
tell.
Why
is
It
a
Don't hate
good
thing for him isn't killed
it,
my
looks
(she
can be an angel, too. We'll always be
We
this point,
left
together, Eddie, (she
stick
me, but
one can hear a
angels
will
love you."
The
lights
faint
I
can
voice
I
dim slowly
tell,
will
to a
I
exits right, as the
CURTAIN FALLS
40
be an angel.
the background
I
(Dorcas smiles pleasantly,
did you? You can't
still
In
love you.
deeper
The
blue.)
Eddie. Can be an angel now? Promise? You make me happy, but know how. saw you, Eddie. know how to make the angels love me. didn't
forgot to
to hurt you.
won't
and Terry was dead,
the house
in
saying "Don't worry, Dorcas. The angels
Edward,
I
heard them, but you
came
up center, sadly) You
(From
to
Voice
mean
We
right.
buddies, won't we, Edward?
though he sounds younger)
A
I
.)
you? like
...
Dorcas looks toward up center door)
around the room)
acts like
Terry, Dorcie has a present
you; a pretty butterfly for you to look
right again, as
and
I
does Daddy say you're bad? (There
Edward? (she screams out suddenly) Edward, you baby brother, (very quietly) shhhhh! Don't tell,
tell
I
(a silence)
the curtain
Why
already dead. The angels ...
Don't believe ... what you see and hear ... only what
until
know.
a long pause.
me. You're
suddenly jerking her head to the right stage door.)
(From now
I
did Terry have to die? (afraid) I'm sorry, Eddie.
to
Dorcas (she speaks very slowly)
you.
Don't worry,
will.
love you.
will
LIGHTS DIM TO LIGHT BLUE
Mother (Dorcas
Terry. The angels
promise.
I
(Dorcas stares at him, nodding. case, exits
come
I'll
little
I
.
.
Nighf of
Camp
& Row,
New
David, by Flefcher Knebel.
Publishers, 1965.
reader wonder what he would do
York: Harpei
336 pp. $5.95.
States
had much experience in writing novels Night of Camp David is his fourth book
Fletcher Knebel has
dealing with politics;
Knebel's
on
this subject.
in
collaboration with Charles
military expose';
his
first
book,
No High Ground,
Bailey,
was a
II,
next two books, also with
Bailey,
with
to
the
of
Camp
work,
rather
its
plot
bility
does
exist,
Night of
Camp
is
not
and Knebel explores
book
to
David
line
plot
structure
likely,
this
would
but the possi-
possibility to the
is
an interesting book, but not a prodoubtful that Knebel wanted
his
provoke much thought beyond merely having
his
However,
it
is
the President of the United
penned has
Night of
who
condemned
Camp
laughter;
it
to
be "meaningful"
it
in is
entertains his audience. This
is,
will
for pro-
times where refreshing to is
make readers roll in however, a very good book
David
not to say the aisles for
light
Camp
David, for
all
its
lack of depth,
is
real;
depicts with admirable authenticity the fast moving world
of politics, and gives a clear glimpse where men grapple daily for power.
fullest.
found book.
if
not to be
readers with a rather shallow book;
Night of it
lend the air of realism
outlandish
plausible. That the Chief Executive of the United States
have definite paranoid tendancies
is
reading.
David a fascinating and highly believ-
own experiences
making
Knebel
of
the hungry world
Freda Richards
Fletcher Knebel's adroit handling of an unusual
Knebel's
line
Seven
contract writer for Look magazine.
able book.
every
that
in
makes Night
his
and
May, and Convention, also dealt with political subjects. Knebel also wrote a humorous daily column called "Potomac Fever" for a Washington newspaper. Mr. Knebel is a graduate of Miami University in Oxford, Ohio, and now is, in addition to doing his own writing, a
Days
viding
find an author
written
political
were insane.
41
Forever
Rosemary Sprague.
Joy,
In
Company,
1965.
Philadelphia:
May 12, 1812, at Camberwell, a quiet suburb of London. An impressionable youth, Robert was influenced not only
Chilton
171 pp. $4.95.
by
mother's sensitivity to culture and
his
Rosemary Sprague, well-known for her contributions in the books for young adults, is currently Professor of English at Longwood College. A graduate of Bryn Mawr, she also attended Western Reserve University, where she received her M.A. and was a Fellow-in-English during her last two years'
time.
work on her Ph.D. Not only has she studied
epigrams about
Institute
of
at the
Shakespeare
amount book in
London, but also she has lectured extensively on Robert
Browning and on Queen Elizabeth stitute of the University of
I
Montreal.
at the
Dr.
Thomas More
Sprague
is
poetry was utilized
in
headmaster.
his
In
In
the author
of his education on his
1833, Browning's
and
all
at that time,
until his
the critics
his
flattering
avidly every
and
his
in-
death.
this
attempt at poetic
was rather poorly received.
self-expression
his
the
Robert acquired the greatest
own by reading
expectations,
his
for
major poetical work, Pauline, was
first
Contrary to
Is
one particular Instance,
father's library. This love for reading
his
published.
Kingdom to Win, Conquerors of Time, Dance for a Diamond Star, The Jade Pagoda, and several olher novels. In addition, she has edited The Poems of Robert Browning
reader
adult
the writing of not at
tense desire for knowledge continued
In-
A
of:
young
interest to the
special
account of Robert's education.
Stratford-upon-Avon, England, and the University
at
Of
flair for
his father's zeal
but also by the excitement and anxlousness of
learning,
field of
were not so interested
It
in
seemed, an "out-
pouring of feeling." for the
Crowell Poets Series.
Forever
In
Joy
is
though technically
it
is,
but Dr. Sprague has so
thoughtfully written about the that
it
mance
Is
life
and work
of
skillfully
and
Robert Browning
Dr.
Impossible to miss the excellence, passion, and ro-
that
permeated
his
very soul.
Browning's work are included
in this
birth
of
Robert Browning
is
Sprague
has,
Pertinent excerpts of
Brownings
made
Robert, was born
by the author.
later in
43
their in
re-creation
home
1850.
of
affair,
this
included
After being secretly married, the
vitality.
It
in
Florence,
was during
Italy,
this
where
time
in
this son,
Italy
and
London, after Elizabeth's death, that Browning pro-
duced some
recorded as being on
the
in
warmth and joyous
account, and these selec-
tions reinforce the observations already cited
The
Not long after this unexpected setback, Robert Browning met Elizabeth Moulton-Barrett. The Browning-Barrett romance is perhaps one of the most cherished of all love stories, and
not merely to be classified as a biography,
of his greatest work.
FOREVER
IN
JOY
The reading
of
Forever
In
Joy, the biography of Browning
the poet and Browning the sensitive and vital man,
rewarding experience. the
young
Although
adult, this detailed
Robert Browning
is
it
account
is
a
most
perhaps intended
is
of the life
suitable for reading
for
and works
by the most
cated adult.
Carol
of
sophisti-
Mann
W.
YEATS and
B.
the
own mythology from the foundation he myths. Mr. Murphy noted that was undoubtingly a greater feat than the mere retelling of
he began to weave
WEST OF IRELAND
his
acquired by studying
On November West
2, 1965. Richard Murphy, a native of the and presently the Poet-in-Residence at the Virginia, spoke at Longwood College on the
this
Ireland
of
University of
subject "Yeats and the
West
Mr. Murphy
of Ireland."
is
Irish
an Island
is
own
a collection of his
a
people who lived
and not
poetry.
to delve into in
any
detail.
presentation briefly was
hlls
seemed
It
to lack
and gathered land
that he offered
Rather this,
were
Frost of Ireland, but
seems
fo
comparison. strived
to
it
Is
precisely
see him although Critics
have
In this light
he did not traditionally
explain his profound
and
Murphy's rather simple explanation early Irish
that
effort,
and
illusive
make
quite
this
literally
is
its
fascinated him, and that, as
rusticity his
This
Lady Gregory's
in
translated
she
centuries,
than
to
it
seemed, Irish
had
explain
In
to let his
thread
rest of his lecture.
symbolism; Mr.
of the matter
England.
in-
district
great
a
in
western
influence
Ire-
extended
an
into
on
Yeats'
detail
what he meant by
In
his
audience see
for
all
an
themselves the
His reading of such
work.
in
poems
"The Wild Swans at Coole" and "In Memory of Major Robert Gregory" was most sensitive and truly a pleasure io hear; this aspect somewhat balanced the lack of depth in the period.
It
Afterwards there was a short questioning
may be conjured
that
If
Mr. Murphy had had more
time for answering precise questions he probably would have
that in his
revealed even more interesting facets of
poetry Yeats freely drew from the store of western
custom and legend,
began
western
infuse
as
Mr. Murphy
explicitly
of
Mr. Murphy read some of Yeats' earlier poetry
western
hard to comprehend Yeats as a Robert
It is
to
that
into
and legends of the Gaelic tongue; these
brogue. The translations
believes that Yeats de-
rived his Ideas from the folk of western Ireland, that they
movement
Coole. This lady went out into her
stories
seven
for
and
soil
creative thinking.
the inspiration and substance of the mythology and symbolism of his later poetry.
a
in
forgotten,
Gaelic traditions, which had been preserved
depth on the whole.
He
long
literature,
tellectual circle at
to the thinking of his audience.
this.
part of Yeats' greatness.
a particular place."
Anglo-Irish literary renaissance
the value of Mr. Murphy's lecture
more guidance than substance As a result his lecture seemed
in
Yeats was the leader Irish
was that he presented a thought-provoking and unconventional approach to William Butler Yeats. It was evident that his main objective was merely to introduce his personal concept of Yeats' work Essentially,
fact, in this lies
in
Thus "his poetry was derived from contact with the
graduate of Magdalen College, Oxford. He has won the AE Memorial Award for poetry and the Guinness Prize. Sailing to
legends and,
Irish folk
did seem to be quite able and learned
and romance which so
his
thinking, for he
In his field.
Phyllis
poetical maturation Increased,
45
Myers
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46
The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Sfreamline Baby. By Tom Wolfe.
New
York: Farrar, Straus, and Giroux,
of
Wolfe, one of fhe most contemporary and original of
today's
writers,
is
native
a
Born
Virginian.
and raised
in
Readers have been praising
Esquire,
and Harper's Bazaar.
paper Guild Awards
for
He
has
humor and
his
name
York Herald Tribune,
Aunt Jemima
won Washington News-
characteristics
New
ever since he began writing for the
for foreign news.
has traveled today's United States from
New
contemporary
the
culture;
result
of
his
Suddenly
Wolfe
experiences
the
this
witty
American way
and timely uberantly the
and probing
full
wards. things
facts;
of
life,
yet
his
modern and
import of
his
Tom Wolfe of
so
until
thinking about
them
and
hominy
grits
advertisements,
the stereotyped idea of Southern culture.
leisurely
new
Sunday morning drive is halted by in the world." The Sunday morning
cultural
their
back and
symbol
of the South, have,
as
forth
among
the "In" art galleries meeting
friends
on the man who wears
ex-
entertaining that one hardly realizes
words
tastes.
and acquaintances. "The Secret Vice" is a clever commentary on American status symbols and zeros in all
has stated important is
cultural
number of enthusiastic fans. In "The Saturday Route", Wolfe observes New York's pseudo-elite
strolling
deliverance
out of the
an especially
usual, attracted quite a
collection of satirical essays on
manner
his
pancakes of
stock car races,
Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby. In
far is
in
The
is
Such symbols
art galleries.
have emerged among Postwar Teenagers
"the biggest traffic jam
York to Cali-
and has observed the American people caught up
fornia
taste
The scene is the South. On Tom Wolfe's car radio there is Sunday morning preaching and shouting Interspersed with
Richmond, he graduated from Washington and Lee and has a doctorate from Yale.
American
and have swept old elite standards of taste American scene. "The Last American Hero" fresh approach to this change in America's
pp. $5.50.
Tom
and
Rolling Stones, customized cars
339
1965.
as
after-
opposed
holes.
His observations cover the spectrum of people and
Sex
to the is
suits
man whose
with sleeves thai really button
sleeves have only fake button-
no longer a taboo subject, but fake buttonholes
are.
Wolfe has painted a
Americans most cherish today: Jean Shrimpton and the
47
vivid picture of
what
is
happening on
THE KANDY-KOLORED TANGERINE-FLAKE STREAMLINE BABY American scene. He has caught a vision of the whole New Forms and has brilliantly exposed facets of it. He wants Americans to take an honest look at what has happened to them in the last decade and to evaluate it accordstandards of ing to new cultural standards, abandoning obsolete an elite society now effaced. Although The Baby is primarily of the of an informative nature, it is exciting, funny, and one
the
stone ot
most
original
pieces
Wolfe's vocabulary
modern
is
of
hip
work in
published
in
a sophisticated
style of writing gets his point across.
recent
way;
He
his
years. ultra-
has put Into
words the cultural upheaval which every American has unconmakes sciously been trying to express to himself. This Is what event. the book significant; this is what makes it a truly exciting Phyllis Myers
48
THEMSELVES THEY CALL "INDIVIDUAL" Shadows of another age They mimic what befell before: The "good or bad" of "either-or" The now idea,
is now the right Nor bother they to question more They say they think, but shut the door.
Thought
to depth and depth Shadows are many
to thought
But few are more. Leif Erickson
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