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LONGWOOD COLLEGE VOLUME
2,
NUMBER
3,
1967
Cloudy,
My
thoughts are
scattered
And
they're cloudy.
They have no borders,
No
boundary.
They echo and they
From Tolstoy Tinker
swell
to
bell.
Simon and Garfunkel
EDITOR freda richards
EDITORIAL STAFF features
—
myers
phyllis
poetry—donna barnes
—nan
short story art
—
kelly
emily gillespie
BOARD
LITERARY
Vivian gale
elaine
owen maxey
linda
speed
pixie
{udy leach
BUSINESS martha kay
CIRCULATION marilyn green
HEAD
TYPIST
marshall overby
ADVISORS mr. herbert blackweli mrs. ruth taliaferro
FROM THE EDITOR This
Issue
"the gyre" calls to an end an-
of
other year at Longwood. This has been a year to
remember
brought
for
all
Vietnam,
us
Savio, the C.I. A., I
Want
to
for the student
Get
W&L,
Itself.
A
accustomed
to
wood that
this
marks.
hall,
Tech, VMI, and above
has
burners,
all,
sentimental,
but
H-SC
is
we
second year
KA,
Long-
year deserves more than passing
This Issue marks the
Longwood Is
student
not feel
re-
of the
gyre; thanks to the support of our student body,
We
body,
hope
feel
that you, the
that
our survival
worthwhile.
Special thanks must
World
Alfie,
magazine such as the gyre being
It
Hall, grain parties, color
cup. Miss Longwood, the dining Virginia,
card
draft
Frank, Stop the
Off, LSD, Halght-Asbury,
weekend, Stubbs
finals
the
Gia &
body.
the gyre has survived.
Literary contest
ren
Eyester,
—
go
to our judges for the
Dr. Patton
Lockwood, Mr. War-
Miss Barbara Melton,
and Miss Renee Fishburne. Thanks
Miss Leitch, also to
all
of
the contributors.
The
last editorial
of this year
Is,
for once,
not
dedicated to promoting circulation, contributions, or even to protesting something. the gyre staff dedicate this of 1967.
Instead,
last Issue to
we
of
the Class
1
TABLE
OF CONTENTS POETRY *
10 maru mari 1
a familiarity
1
one security
17 untitled 1
FICTION 4
the
maple
tree
*
katherine yancey
14 alone among many
20
untitled
*
7 untitled
19 untitled
*
27 sleep linda
*
linda long
* donna * donna
barnes barnes
* emily gillespie * janet sturgill * donna barnes linda long
speed
martha via
NON-FICTION 8
ART
WORK
2
emily gillespie
7
leslie
9
janie ragland
sedgewick
12 emily gillespie
16 susan rooks 18 marylyn bates 21
emily gillespie
23 emily gillespie
26
linda shell
27
linda shell
life is just
a
bowl of cherries
*
linda gayle oliff
13 review
22 review
— —
garden
to far to walk
i
*
*
judy leach
never promised you a rose judy leach
24 the war drags on
*
martha via
The Maple Tree "It
an ugly, beautiful world," thought Judith
is
Monroe
Street
towards the University. She had decided
at the
Roan
last
else
to walk to the school
drove and she
morning. Then, too,
autumn day. the year.
It
along
sauntered
she
moment
one this
as
like
felt
seemed
especially on days
had been clinging
to
lovely, lazy
of
one. "There
is
some-
Judith
campus, her eyes
fell
all
of the trees that she
on a large maple tree across
the street. She stopped suddenly to look at of
All
It.
were elegantly adorned with
leaves
its
frightened.
as
side,
if
trees
were
She
for this one.
eyes away from the fascinating object.
preoccupied
so
sur-
towering over her,
and panicky but could not take her
stifled
felt
con-
in
but gradually she be-
was
vaguely threatening except
all
attractive
was now same way. These thoughts
first,
It
rounding her on every
passed and wondered what there was about them that disturbed her so. As she was approaching the
it
colored
still
certain that the tree she
felt
looking at would be the
came
could not quite define.
among
bare one.
only puzzled her at
that she
a
the branches would drift
appeared more
trees that then trast to the
autumn leaves," she thought. Something
at
like
then stood naked and abrupt
thing very tragic in the beauty of richly colored
She looked curiously
air
few leaves which
being different
such a sad season to her,
like
like this
pervade the
Finally the last
wearily down. Left with only a skeletal body,
was such a
it
Serenity would
still.
heavy exhaustion.
because every-
was Judith's favorite time
Fall
all
She was
that she did not hear the
man approaching. He stopped beside
young
He
her.
looked with curiosity and concern from Judith
From the expression
shades of gold and vermilion. So Intense was the
to the direction of the tree.
color that Judith Imagined
on the young woman's face, the man decided
halo of
light.
ing
this
at
She stood fixed
one. Its
It
put forth a brilliant
some
for
wondrous spectacle.
she had lived
of
it
one
was the
It
was somehow
first
all
like
shed
to
its
this
the rest because
poignant beauty, however,
Brief,
it
time, gaz-
every town
there had been a tree
in
always stood out from
beauty.
In
for
leaves. For Judith,
painful to watch the disrobing of
such a great tree.
break away. Then
leaves
Its
ground, one by one all
at at
first,
fell
as
silently if
to
the
reluctant to
once thousands
of leaves
would tear away and come rushing down with startling ferocity. Then silence, tree, sky and earth
must see something that he did
she
that
Perhaps
her
thought.
A
kitten
was stranded up
student passing by at
this
stopped beside Judith and the man they were looking there
for
some
at.
not.
he
there,
time also
to see
what
The three of them stood
time.
Then,
perceiving
that
Judith was not going to offer any Information, the
man
"It's
finally
a
spoke.
very pretty tree
Judith, startled, turned
isn't
it.
Miss?"
around and said
In
a
"No! It's horrible. Can't you see? There's something wrong!" loud
trembling voice.
The two men stood gaping
mo-
at her for a
ment, unable to speak. Then she turned and ran
campus and
across the
into the nearest building.
herself for having
She despised
spoken aloud to
men. They didn't understand. "Fools," she
the
"Shallow
thought. little
town,
lazy,
uncultured,
she
had
too.
She hated
fools!" of
All
people were
the
and unambitious. She
nothing
common
in
dirty
this
alike:
felt
them.
with
that
They
shared none of her dreams, ambitions, or longings for something better.
was
It
as
if
she lived
another world.
in
The tered
noisy
the
and noticed
She looked around
classroom.
that the rows of desks
She did not
were unusually lecturing
and
sun
To her
tree.
delight,
enchanting
the
made no
Seeing
rostrum.
the
at
it
seem
less
through the window
it
strange, less startling, though
captivating.
less
The students, who had been chattering
when she entered, began a hushed silence
over the room as the curi-
fell
She had been stand-
ous faces turned on Judith. for several
window
of the
minutes
now gazing
as
a
if
in
trance.
to her peculiar
quite
would
might have gone on
be gone
weekend
the
for
like
could dismiss class early.
She
so
that
she
disliked this class
even more than the others because they were unresponsive,
particularly
boys,
who made up
constantly seats.
The
Most
them kept
of a
thumping
knees and elbows
their
and bumping against the she
girls,
thought,
were even
them were completely unattenand whispered among themselves. The rest
worse. tlve
The
Occasionally a few near the back would
asleep.
fall
group.
the majority of the class, sat
and yawning,
fidgeting
boring
a
of
their
heads constantly bowed over
down every word
notebook, frantically taking
that she spoke.
Today, though, Judith could not have cared less
about the students
sitting
before her. Her
thoughts were far removed from the classroom for
now
that she
had
safely
reached the build-
students, It,
found her quite amusing to observe. They were,
never
feel
Intently out
The
seeing that she was not going to snap out of
by now, used
Friday.
for a
freely
down. Soon
to quiet
today and had hoped that most of the students
full
maple
discovered that she
she
could view a portion of the tree while standing
ing
had already rung when Judith en-
bell
her mind was free to return outside to the
ing,
warm autumn
acted
this
ways but she had
strange.
The
Indefinitely, but
situation
one of the
mischievous boys on the back row decided to try
luck,
his
long
and
hie Intentionally cleared his throat
Everyone
loud.
held
his
Judith turned her eyes directly on the
breath
as
boy with
a cold, penetrating stare.
"Keats was a beautiful child," she said
faraway voice, "but he was a
In
a
liar."
Several of the students looked at her with be-
wildered
been
Perhaps
surprise.
something
different
because there about
her
had
voice,
a
muted and hidden violence. The boy who had coughed shifted uneasily In his seat. One of the conscientious notetakers who had mechanically begun to write the moment Judith opened her mouth, raised her hand without looking up and said
In
a
whining
that please. Miss
voice,
"Would you repeat
Roan?" (continued on page 6)
(continued fronn page 5)
As
if
the
girl's
Judith
ears,
that 'Beauty
words had never reached her
"You
continued, is
Keats
see,
said
But he wasn't
truth, truth beauty.'
By
this
time the students had recovered them-
and decided
was
that this
another of
just
However,
their
composure was
short-
lived.
"hie
about
forgot
destruction
the
beauty.
of
Like
and
isolation
bitter
maple
that
tree,"
Judith said as she stared again out the window.
and
"It's
really ugly
truth
and beauty are
lost,
cries out to us that
it
tragic the tree
uneasiness
"But Judith
know about
I
she
as
is
your
The students blankly at
A for
nap, concluding that
a
The
lectures
majority
about uneasily
of
the
this
was another
no one
which
class,
in their seats.
An
air of
more audacious boys
"I
don't
squirmed disturbed
Finally
one
of
what
you're
talking
only too well," sighed
"That poor bleeding but
beautiful it
that
however unpleasant
way.
may
it
sat silently in their seats glancing
one another. Without taking her eyes
all
softly.
"That
The and
will
for today."
class
hurried awkwardly out of the Left alone In the
into the hall.
room
room
Judith,
with hushed tears falling from her eyes, looked at
the sun-drenched
to the
its
maple
tree.
She noticed that
leaves were beginning to
ground,
like
fall
silently
the tears that streamed from
her burning eyes.
about.
"Of course you don't," oddly at him. "You are dreams aspire
be
a few of
said.
understand
themselves.
of
understood.
though,
apprehension pervaded the room. the
themselves
settling
The
Increased.
among
from the window Judith spoke
few of the boys began
her vague
it
continued.
truth,
really
be."
horrid, miserable, pathetic.
They cannot survive here."
class
and dying tree could have been ugly, and they made it's not. It's There
already
comforts and
So you couldn't
the
in
have
small
is."
began whispering
students
Miss Roan's peculiar statements to attract their attention.
for
even smaller ambitions.
The
You
nothingness.
into
up your dreams
given
know how
telling the truth."
selves
dissolve
to great
replied Judith, smiling
"It's
young ones whose
listen."
all
heights,
then
fizzle
and
no use," she whispered. "They
just
won't
Katharine Yancey
Life
Just a Bowl of Cherries
is
The chosen
title is just
one
many
of the
expressed by Sister Mary Corita, a
opinions
.
.
Sometimes
.
conglomeration.
delightful
addition
In
using
to
sister of the
these happy, care-free colors, Sister Corita has
Innmaculate hieart and head of the art depart-
chosen various often Ignored and off-beat sub-
ment
Angeles,
head
in
Heart
College
In
her unique op-art. Not only
of this
Los
she the
is
particular art department,
become an
has
also
Immaculate
at
but she
international figure
in
art.
.
.
.
Esso
.
body up cherries
.
recipient of over 50 ings.
Year art
of the Los
for
and human
some
in
to
these are
deep perspective emerges.
Is
It
an art
indeed
showing
work recently. Seeing
manner
that
the
being preached these
paintings
viewer he
to;
cannot help but
the
imaginative
the
silk
tastic.
uncommon medium
of the
for her art
screen printing process. The colors and
Shades of green,
yellow,
orange, pink, red, purple and
all
life
Is
simply fan-
fuschia,
blue,
the other colors
rainbow are mixed and mingled
in
a
most
times, but
—
that "love
Is
just
and
Is
be
In
unaware
such a
he
that
Is
drawn
appeal at the
art life.
mes-
little
instinctively
him
Is
it
to
same
to his
time.
and be fascinated by
like
and
one should have and
may
When
new
a
because
they
inspire
refreshing
Corita. Seeing her works
forget. Life
Is is
because
and yet
One
keeping with her use of op-art. Sister Corita
blending of them which she uses
of
full
uses,
Subtly interwoven Into her art are
is
some-
.
bowl of
her serlgraphs.
In
sages or "sermons." These are given
a
.
a few of the multi-
of the
have
.
just
here to stay and
is
Sister Corita
thought-provoking experience.
—
love
is
with the brilliant colors
practicality
also uses a rather
bread wrapper
a
life
.
.
.
and pictures
combined
these works of art was certainly a stimulating and
In
.
—
your tank
the fields of
Longwood
been able
of Sister Corlta's
was named
Women
Angeles Times'
relationships.
been the
her various show-
her outstanding work
fortunate to have of
in
the year 1966, Sister Corita
In
one
as
awards
at various
also has
.
.
farious texts
She
us
likes
in
— sometimes —these are only
approximately 150 one-man showings universities.
put a tiger
enough
that's
and
.
there
During the 1965-66 academic year, she presented
galleries
For Instance
jects for her art.
is
art
of
Sister
an experience every-
one the viewer can never a bowl of cherries some-
as Sister Corita says
—do
not forget
here to stay and that's enough." Linda Gayle Oliff
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MARU MARI Maru Mari under the African Follows the Zhanowhi's
trail,
And blooms of strange
seeds
Dance
o'er
tall
sky
weeds
While a hot breath whispers by. Maru Mari tonight will die Lost
in
grasses
now there
tall;
peace Though the drums never cease But
And
is
a hot breath whispers by.
A single cloud, a
paper thin shroud. Gauzes the moon hung high. While a vined screen Hides flecks
And
of
green
a hot breath whispers by.
Now a
fiery shield o'er the stretching field
The African sun dips nigh. Making grasses parch black And bloom petals crack And the blood on the trail to dry. Later
'twill sink in
jungle pink
Coloring the western sky. Leaving weeds and blooms With the bamboo that looms To pray for the soul of Mari. Linda Long
10
—
—
.
A Familiarity A
record repeating
POUNDing
in
a Time
Sunshine
in
the .
.
its
BEAT,
memory
of
.
the rain
with a rainbow glaring bravely worldly, through a glass
—
Asking what you were to gain. A promise to always keep the warm blanket of childhood until you knew you could Stand in the very deep. Remind YourSelf that life is a game with Odd rules which you may continue to switch unTil you meet THE strife. The record POUNDs its BEAT to a tune you tried to write / the string of your childhood kite Broke.
Gone memorous
BEAT
Donna Barnes
One noThing seems
left
Security
to say
the sky gets gray
but always there
is
an alWays out
A laugh, a whim
.
.
Donna Barnes
REVIEW
Too Far
to
Walk. By John Hersey.
New
York:
Too Far
Walk
io
Catcher in the
a
Is
book
Rye and
Hersey expressing
a
that
reminds one of
Dr. Faustus.
search
for
It
Is
Identity
John in
a
hitting
Is
typical of
many
what
Is
commonly
referred to as "sopho-
Its
criticism.
faculty
eye, he
Is
As he begins
college students
to look at Sheldon,
and students, and himself with a critical faced with the question of whether the
struggle for acceptance was worthwhile.
Now
John
Fist
life.
a session with
be a standard
about any college campus.
plumbing.
He
Is
He
to
Fist Is
fixture
on
goes along
calculating.
artificial.
looking
for,
he
After
order to
realizes that In will
have to
on himself, not outside forces. Running from school and his family will not help him any more rely
than Breed and
his
John Hersey John
dorm rooms, and
attractive,
LSD
find the answers he
Fist's
promises.
offers
problem.
one experience
faulty
Through Breed he hopes
experiences Breed gives him are
victim to the promises of a fellow-student.
with the Institution food, dingy
for the
all
life,
Fist's
chance
completely removed and un-
feels
—
just
and experience
himself
John
Is
his offer of a
price of his soul for a certain length of time.
he has arrived, where does he go? Disillusioned and life In general, he falls
to
accepts
that
with Sheldon, himself,
Jim Breed seems
Fist
find himself, but like Faust, he discovers that the
Fist
more slump." The awe-insplring newness of college life has been replaced by disillusionment and
to find
Involved with
chaotic world.
John
mysterious, and sinister. Jim Breed
Mephistopheles.
Alfred A. Knopf, 1966.
free
living,
Fist
sexual
cannot run away from
John ing
Fist
will
far to
no concrete solution to knows what will not work
pleasure, his
drugs.
Since
he
problem, nor rush from
to another In search of a solution,
has to decide
be worth the
If
the answer he
effort. Just
how
far
is Is
seek-
"too
walk?"
Judy Leach
ALONE AMONG MANY The
As
lights of the airport
runway
up the
lit
sky.
looked at them, she rennennbered the
Ellen
me
no matter what has happened.
all
of the others
I
have
who have believed
time she had thought they had been beautiful.
cannot go a
Now
other than darkness and failure for
they formed a pathway into the unknown
darkness.
be traveling alone," boarded the jet. not too late," was all the
pretty late for you to
"It's
forget
only
hope
it's
was
this trip to
It
wondering why she was making
still
ed
add greatknown; but she know
had
just
Ellen
felt
the crumpled letter
in
brought
It was the culmination of the and fear she had experienced during the year Tom had been at school. She remembered every word as if she were reading it
utter loneliness
I
am
Maybe this
there
world.
shown getting
me
I
I
I
come
true.
life.
stopped climbing; and as
lights
searching the darkness. She had often been
were
there
millions
of
others
the
feeling
sudden
jerk in the
plane brought
Ellen's
mind
and
and
the fact of their marriage after college.
had planned to do failed you, the
what joy and peace
out of
her
a sick
you with
I
last
year.
life,
in
It
one who has I
had
left
the
her alone, and she feared being alone
more than anything
should be
and who has believed
Now
had kept her awake so many nights had proved itself. Something had come between them. fear that
will join
can find a place for myself
have
finally
He was
not doing well at school
instead of going back next semester, the Marines as
She had wait-
so long for her dreams to
back to her own trouble. She had been dating Tom for several years. They had always accepted
writing this letter to
am
to her eyes.
looked down, she saw nothing but tiny house
A
I
always love
not alone.
Ellen,
lonely heart.
will
I
Ellen
for the first time:
Dear
I
life.
do not
same way. No matter where she looked, everyone was quite alone. She often wondered where people could really have a heart-felt bond between them and if there was a time when a person was
arrival.
its
brought tears
faithfully
that
back the tremendous pain she had experienced since
I
awed by her thought that in each house a family was facing its own lonely problems, quite unaware
her hand as it
still
The plane
how much fear and doubt held her back, she must go on. Her future depended on the outcome of this trip. that no matter
she fastened her seat belt. The sight of
that
my
please
Ellen,
me and remember
She would never forget.
the Midwest. She feared to
er hurt to that she
be home again.
me.
can see nothing
I
Tom
hostess received for a reply. Ellen
and
failed
you.
the hostess told her as she "I
not
will
failure,
in
the ultimate of love relationship with
in
14
else.
She had experienced
and joy
Tom, but
in it
the security of her
was quickly being
Her eyes mirrored her
destroyed by something she could neither com-
others.
bat nor comprehend. She had noticed the change
could see not only
in
Tom
at Christmas.
but he had
Now
future.
He
left
At
seemed
first all
also
the same,
had
to offer
fulfill
He
dreams.
his
he was the best
to Ellen,
life
to offer.
began
Nov/, as Ellen
to
Tom opened had opened
asleep
in
in
thing
Ellen
remembered was
was nearly dawn. The cornfields were from
shadows
dark
green ponds of dew.
It
going
to
golden glory to it
An
was going hour
the
same way
take
that he
a second, the puzzled look on
In
shocked recognition,
to
A moment
later,
Ellen
arms, and each was holding on to
to
soft,
dreams and
love, Ellen
knew
and
was
life.
In
that they
was a land made
fill
to
later she
right.
eyes beneath the heavy years since they had
the loneliness
be
in
together.
was too
v/as
rising
not
the dorm office, facwoman. Mrs. Wilson come to the dorm to save a in
that Ellen
Now
was not
It
had been
just ten
like
the school
they never would part again.
standing
children life
It
make
fill
searched the faces of
beside
they
until
the void
made left
her. their
coming darkness
at
left
They would own, but they
by Tom. They could
her forget her loneliness.
gone, and she was
ing a small, understanding
had seen many girls lost love. She soon saw
veil.
come home from
late this time. Ellen
could never
her heart.
beautiful.
was
prayer for
for
the
The sun
final
Ellen raised her tear-laden
mistily
golden
share her
Yes,
late.
in
"Never part again," ended the
be a beautiful day."
The stewardess was in
it
few times he had brought
the
Captain Thomas Davis.
dreams, but there were no dreams now. "It's
broken
not take
the
stewardess, reminding her to fasten her seat belt. It
did
would never part again.
next
changing
his
a land of
her
thoughts.
The
it
then to aching joy.
those memories, nor did she intend to give up fell
finally
It
stair.
door
the
changed
face
his
shared together. She did not want to give up her dreams for the future. She
home
Ellen
herself in sleep,
lose
determination.
heard Tom's step on the
With
the wonderful times they had
remembered
of
her long to fade into the inner office when she
him, she forgot her loneliness.
she
and strange
love,
long for her to find their cause, nor did
made him
did not realize that
had
barrier
that
decide to give up the one thing that would be able to
compassion,
She saw also the tears which had
she knew that he too had been afraid.
feared failing her. The thought that he could life
the
of
Wilson
and doubt but
kind of determination that Ellen held within her.
her with a definite doubt of their
not give her the best
all
heart. Mrs.
of the fear
all
Her
alone to kneel
in
life
was
the on-
the foot of the small white
cross which did not stand alone.
Linda Speed
the
15
—
faith Is
believing that the world
is
refreshed by one
dewdrop and illuminated by a single firefly
Emily Gillespie
Life
is
a merry-go-round,
each an animal
Going up and down, chasing
in circles;
Stopping only to trade partners.
Janet Sturgil
'r^>i
t&-
'^'X-f'^-i
m
.^ p.p>%':
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W
See the window Stained glass, you know. Pretty. Beautiful. It
is
difficult
for tfie
Sun
the Light to
come
in.
The more bright windows the less Light.
No Light. No God. Pity.
Donna Barnes
19
— walked out onto the beach alone
I
1
wanted
one
way
with the
carefully
bare feet as
clear evening I
or excitement.
spirits
enough any
to seek
made my way
I
edge, kicking the sand
the water's
to
my
quite alone.
satisfied
felt
I
—
good
very
in
were going not
things
diversion
over
was
I
those rare times
of
new
that way.
It
went.
I
was a
It
beautiful,
and by facing toward the ocean
my view
could remove from
the motels which
beach and would have destroyed the
lined the
moved on slowly, making my way toward the pier, and enjoying the tide washing over my legs and feet at regular Interpurity of the night.
As
vals.
1
passed the rear of the Beach Club
I
combo and
heard the blasting of a I
frequently went there,
appeal
but tonight
hlowever,
pictured the noisy crowd Inside and
ened my appreciation
When
had reached the pier
I
height-
it
of solitude.
searched Inside
I
pocket for the quarter that was charged
my
no
held
It
did enjoy listening
I
sounds that were emitted from the Club.
to the I
me.
for
I
loud voices.
admission and passed
The bright
to the
It
man
for
at the gate.
which lined the pier spoiled the
lights
perfection of the scene. The lights had frequently Irritated
me when
I'd
date, but that night ing. I
want anything
didn't
I
come
headed toward
to the pier with
a
found them especially annoy-
I
my mood and
to spoil
the end of the pier where the
lights
weren't so bright. The scene which was be-
fore
me
filled
sensations.
me
tried
I
grand enough
fill
me
tion. ually,
I
I
wonderful
mysterious,
thoughts that
think
were
for the
occasion but soon found
my
attempts to be profound.
myself laughing at
After that
with to
didn't try to think, but
let
the
ocean
deny explanaseveral minutes. Grad-
with tumultous feeling that
stayed
like this for
however,
I
could
feel
my mood
slipping
away and though had enjoyed the outing very much, knew that soon would head for the I
I
1
Beach Club. This caused
me
basically gregarious nature
Taking one
last
to
contemplate man's
...
I
laughed again.
look at the ocean,
made my way toward
I
turned and
the exit.
Martha Via
REVIEW Never Promised You a Hannah Green. New York:
Garden.
Rose
I
By
Rinehart and
Holt,
Winston, 1964.
I
Never Promised You a Rose Garden
colors are vivid.
a trip
is
through the frightening and fascinating world of
Hannah Green presents the story of a overcome nnental illness that the reader beyond the locked doors and
insanity.
to
young
come
girl's fight to
takes
barred windows
a
of
nnental
institution,
into
As
a child
or
home became more is
imagination colors,
ever,
—
in
Idle
daydream
Deborah grows
Yr
in
in
order to over-
to gain this under-
Yr destroy
her.
The reader sees glimpses
illness.
life
that
helped create Deborah's
psychiatrist,
and community,
and the reaction
of a family,
The picture
to mental illness.
not especially pretty, but neither
Into de-
of the
illness, life
a mental institution, the relationship of a patient
and her
and a strange, private language. How-
manding nightmare
world more real
a
I
home
a world of fantastic shapes, brilliant
Yr changes from an
for
demands, and she has
its
mental
his
in
Is
Never Promised You a Rose Garden, Hannah Green presents a realistic approach to
than she could handle.
the secret world any child can build
understand her need
In
Deborah Blau had created a world be used as a retreat when school
Yr
her mind,
standing before the forces
a
world of despair, hate, darkness, and death.
of fantasy to
In
than the world of reality ever was. Deborah has
is
the subject.
is
The book poses a rather unique
situation
for
The
the reader. Deborah's struggle for sanity arouses
characters she had created grew strong enough
sympathy, but the horror and nightmare quality
as
to control their creator,
older.
and Deborah discovers
involved
she can no longer retreat and return at her con-
venience. She becomes a
prisoner of her
It
own
mind, and her attempts to escape Yr take her to
own us.
Never Promised You a Rose Garden
is
more
the
than the story of a fight for mental health. Unable to control Yr,
demands Yr
Deborah
is
for self-sacrifice
the real world
forced to succumb to
In
the struggle raise opposite feelings.
In
"Yr,"
and
However, causes,
not to
our
lives it
Is
the
as
become
Involved because
each of us has created our thought that frightens
this
reader gradually explores
understanding
develops.
It
is
understanding that Dr. Fried hopes Deborah
its
attain,
and death. To Deborah,
enabling
her to
between returning
her
life. In Yr there is hope, despair, happiness, and pain. The forms In Yr are distinct, the sounds are clear, and the is
in
difficult
sometime
the edges of death. I
Is
to
make
the
Yr or facing
final life.
this will
choice Neither
choice promises to be a rose garden for anyone.
Judy Leach
22
ON
THE WAR DRAGS 1964 the average American
In
became aware been Involved
of In
war
a
that
since the early
awareness came after more than to a
new dimension
No
year.
that the
has
That
this
fifties.
a
decade
war acquired
Communism and
scope.
In
the front tor what was
tween
country
is
due
In
that
longer a local territorial dispute, the war
had become international
come
suddenly
citizen this
its
participation
war, Americans could no longer remain effects.
They wanted
war be-
World. As the
the Free
United States stepped up
had be-
It
reality a
In
in
the
immune
They overwhelming-
to
Its
ly
voted down a Presidential candidate who ad-
vocated It
all-out war.
was evident
velopment Thus
In
to
reality
that
by the end of the year.
But
measures
all
of full-scale
In
Viet
Americans.
A
war
this
change
come changes
In
In
to
avoid the de-
warfare would be
1964 a war
been raging ten years
With
to.
finally
that
"began."
life.
shocked
world
affairs past the international social
News magazines News broadcasts
extending
are
read.
are listened
24
their
Maps to.
war have
Citizens
been
into
a
had already
the state of the
American
futile.
Nam became
have
interest
are
in
columns. studied.
The topic
of sex
of Saigon.
has been replaced on campuses by talk Acconnpanying the American's search
information
equally
an
Is
for factual
search
intensive
for
moves are questioned. Protest songs flourish. Draft cards burn. Americans have found themselves caught up in a war for meaning.
Political
which they can find no alternative, but
for
which
they can find no justification.
Everywhere the atmosphere of prevails.
a nation at
Young men contemplate
war
the uncertainty
of their futures.
Families of soldiers shrink from
opening
looking mail.
calls
official
making
false reports of
war has provided
a
new
frustration
page
is
a
phone
with garish
A
suffering.
permeates the minds
This frustration
of
sensationalistic aspect
after
of the war, filling
photographs of
wave
diversion for sick minds.
Magazines capitalize on the
page human
A
death indicates the
feeling
of
Americans.
of
unique characteristic of 20th
century-type warfare where there
little
is
to gain
and everything to lose, where there will be no real victory, where there will be no real peace. In the midst of this confusion, Americans adapt
condemn
themselves to a war they can neither
nor condone. The despondency created by the war is evidenced as Donovan, a popular folk singer,
wails
drags on.
.
in .
.
a
flat,
nasal
"The war
voice,
The war drags on.
.
.
.
The war
drags on."
Martha Via
25
Sleep Sleep, you sweet barbituate,
Much more you To
cousin
kin
that eternal slumber
Which
all
Come
engulf this seared mind
men pay for sin.
Blind in day's cruel light,
And
usher
in
that velvet black
Your cloak that wraps the night. Your cloak of downy velvet Ah, embrace me Lace me in the folds And let me drowse serenely there
A slumber world of souls. Linda Long 27
PATRONS Farmville Manufacturing
Company,
Farmville
Shopping Center Chappell's, 212 N. Main Street
Longwood Jeweler, 216 N. Main
Street
Grants, Farmville Shopping Center 105 N. Main Street
Princess Beauty Salon,
144 N. Main Street
Burger's Market,
Weyanoke Book
Store,
Leese's Pastry Shop, First
I
202 High Street 19
N. Main Street
National Bank, 200 N. Main Street
Gray's Drug Store, 219 N. Main Street Carter's Flower Shop, Lanscott's,
One
block from hospital
408 High Street
Cedarbrook Restaurant, Rice Road James Madison Inn, Prospect Road Tastee-Freez, Prospect Road WFLO Radio Studios, Cumberland Road Farmville Herald,
I
The College Shop, Newman's,
INN.
14 I
North Street
14 N.
Main Street
Main Street
Owen-Sanford, Farmville Shopping Center Leggett's Department Store, Main Street Crute's Drug Store, Main Street Collins Florist,
119 N. Main Street
Martin the Jeweler, 123 N. Main Street
Hollywood Beauty Salon, 102 N. Main Street Mr. Walter Eyster, Faculty Longwood College Miss Bland, Faculty
Longwood College
28
Hey I
Sunshine
haven't seen you
in
a Long time.
Why don't you show your face And bend my mind? Simon & Garfunkel
29