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edge
Is
which teaches us where knowlleaves off and ignorance begins.
Oliver Wendell hfolms
LONGWOOD VOLUME
3,
COLLEGE NUMBER 3
1967-1968
STAFF Editor-in-Chief
Brenda Holly
Feature Editor
Becky Powers
Poetry Editor
Donna Barnes
Short Story Editor
Barbara Powers
Essay Editor
Karia Myers
Art Editors
Emily Gillespie
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Janie Ragland
Sharon
Dietz, Tulita
Hall,
Owen,
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TABLE OF CONTENTS c
c
Myers
=
Fay Fauber
°
Phyll's
The Saline Being, poem
Linda
D Lu-i Rabbit,
Sally'
u X, ^rin* print linoleum I-
• Untitled, watercolor SECOND PLACE WINNER— PAINTING • Study, conte crayon SECOND PLACE WINNER— DRAWING • Dear Moshe, poem SECOND PLACE WINNER— POETRY
u Fauber
c ii Sally
Shell Linda cu ,
,,
• The
Lifeguard, short story
_
SECOND PLACE WINNER— SHORT STORY
R"fh
17
„. Virginia
r^ l. Daughtrey
9n ^u
1
r
Leslie
^^ 23
c j l Sedgewick •
91; is
,, ^ it Wolfe Cynthia \u Donna Barnes j \a/ l Linda Walsh Donna Barnes Carol Brotherton
9A ^^ ^o
11
poem
poem 2
04 ^'t
li ^l lj Hall Martha
1
Cross the Street,
,, ^'
,.
Linda Pelikan
m _ poem Blue,
When You
.
Martha Hall
FIRST PLACE WINNER— GRAPHICS • Carnival, poem HONORABLE MENTION— POETRY • The Old Maid, short story ,„„„ HONORABLE MENTION— SHORT STORY
Friendship,
Tagalie
Judy Leach
• Brownie, woodcut
Careful
''
_ Frye
..
.
Death Had Two Sons, bo-l- rev'ew Sometimes, poem
11
Booker
Ellen
Donna Barnes
SECOND PLACE WINNER— GRAPHICS • To My Unborn, poem HONORABLE MENTION— POETRY
And Be
16 ,
Mournful Countenance, woodcut
Bamboo, linoleum
15
.,
Hall
cj "rie nBays
of the
14
ii
Martha
—
• Knight
12
c
j
i
and Nature From the Unborn Generations, poem • Untitled, pen and Ink FIRST PLACE WINNER— DRAWING Ode to a Mud Puddle or Rape of a Lake, poen Life
4
u Fauber c
ii
Sally
FIRST PI^CE WINNER— PAINTING Age, and Things, short story FIRST PLACE WINNER— SHORT STORY
• Stars,
On
3
B.K.H
Editorial
• Untitled, oils
1
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FROM THE EDITOR
The
place winner for poetry
first
from Vienna, Va. Art,
and
"This
is
Linda
is
majoring
is
Linda Long, a junior
in
English
very excited about her award.
and Dramatic
She expressed,
a tremendous honor, especially for one majoring
is
English."
poem
winning
hier
Is
in
SONNET TO MUTABLE
LOVE. Second place for poetry goes to Martha Hall with DEAR The junior, from Fredericksburg, Va., has had only
MOSHE.
in the GYRE before, and her exclamation upon winning was, "Are you kidding me?" She majors In English and Drama, too.
one contribution
Phyllis
Myers, a senior English major from Fort Defiance,
award
Va., wins the first place
Each year the
GYRE
staff
art contest for those students
contributions. art
two
Her
who
several contributions
are interested
Approximately four
literary
in
judges
submitting
and two
judges evaluate these entries and decide upon the top in
each category.
(This
year the categories are poetry,
and
short story, graphics, drawing,
painting).
The awards are
presented at the spring hlonors Assembly, and the winning entries are published.
to a conclusion, the
Spring Contest tributors,
Indeed, as
GYRE
Issue.
staff
Much
STARS, AGE,
sponsors a creative writing and
is
this academic year comes happy to publish its annual
thanks goes to the
judges, and sponsors.
staff,
con-
story
yelled,
is
"You don't
Tagalle
Frye,
second place, Fairfax, Va.,
really
GYRE, mean it!"
the
whose also
is
and
in
this
Is
for the
AND
short a
her
first
Phyllis
has had
but upon her winning, she
story,
senior
short story category.
THINGS.
THE LIFEGUARD,
wins
major. Tag
from
English
is
short story contribution to the
GYRE. First
place for graphics goes to senior Leslie Sedgewick,
an art major from third contribution,
"Thank you!" Printed by The Dietz Press,
109 East Gary Street
Richmond, Virginia 23219
Inc.
Fairfax
County, Va.
BROWNIE
is
her
and upon her winning, she said a sincere
Ginny Daughtrey wins second
place
graphics
KNIGHT OF THE MOURNFUL COUNTENANCE.
with
Elementary major from Portsmouth, Va., screamed, believe
it;
it's
the
first
drawing. This
tion to the
is
"I
can't
first
place
thing I've ever done!"
Ruth Ellen Booker from Gladstone, Va., wins the In
her
The senior
sophomore
the
GYRE, and
she
just
art major's first contribu-
couldn't believe that she had
won.
Second place drawing goes to art major Linda Shell for The senior from Newport News, Va., has yielded
STUDY.
numerous
contributions
winning, yelled,
Both
first
"My
upon
and
magazine,
the
to
her
stump?!"
and second place
goes
painting
in
to
Sally
Fauber. The junior art major has never contributed to the
GYRE
before, and so, naturally, she was very excited
winning two awards.
Sally
hails
The Honorable Mentions go Wolfe.
Martha's
upon
from Lynchburg, Va.
to
Martha Hall and Cynthia
TO MY UNBORN
and
CARNIVAL win THE OLD
these honors for the poetry category, and Cynthia's
MAID The
wins Honorable Mention
GYRE
in
the short story division.
congratulates these winners!
B.
K.
H.
*
PLACE
FIRST
WINNERâ&#x20AC;&#x201D;SHORT STORY
peered out
darkening
into the
meadow
at
Fine white hair floated about his face
lar.
nothing like
in
particu-
the halo of an
ancient saint; the face was pale with prominent cheekbones,
STARS, AGE,
perpetually
squinting
corded the
history of a
AND THINGS
eyes,
and innumerable
Suddenly the screen door banged open and a
plopped himself dov/n crosslegged on the porch man, without waiting for an answer.
re-
life.
little
He
"Grandaddy, are you out here?"
emerged.
that
lines
long and often strenuous
boy
promptly
floor in front
of the old
The old man leaned over and tousled the boy's thick, curly and then fingered him under the chin. He smiled benevo-
Myers
Phyllis
hair
bits
of
"Where have you been all afternoon, Bobby?" "We've been building a fort down by the creek, Johnny and me. It took us hours. It's really neat. Can you come to see it tomorrow and maybe play with us?" "I'd like ta, son; I'd like ta very much," the old man said, somewhat pensively. He was thinking how long and rough such a walk would be for an old man with only one leg, at
managed
to
that.
lently.
The western sky was trying orange and slip
red,
hold onto
to
away, passing
first
through various other shades, ending
with purple just before darkness finally
over the meadow. The trees
blended few
into
in
fell
the oak
one mass, then became
stars out just yet.
last
its
but somehow, as always, they
like
a soft curtain
grove on the
invisible.
hill
There were
The night creatures were beginning
their
evening concert. In
discernible.
slowly back
man on
His chair squeaked
and
forth,
back and
the porch was barely
rhythmically forth.
arms and hands clasped thoughtfully
as
he rocked
Elbows on the chair
just in front of his
nose, he
took his
thought about flash in the
his
pipe out of
teeth,
at the
that, too.
pocket and clenched
The
lighter
made
his
own.
He
a small, but brilliant,
growing darkness.
empty pants
me
his shirt
most of which were not
The boy had grown suddenly tell
the gathering dusk the old
He
between
it
leg,
quiet.
He
stared unabashedly
knotted up at the knee. "Grandaddy,
about the war."
The rocking chair stopped. The old man grasped the bowl of his pipe tightly with thin, thick-jointed fingers and after a pause took the stem from into the
eager
child's face.
his
mouth.
He
looked
down
directly
"Please?" said Bobby. "All
old
the
right,"
back, and the leg lay twisted
his
man
and he started rocking
replied,
He drew heavily on his pipe and made a sucking when he released the stem once again from his thinlipped mouth. Bobby had heard the story many times before, each time in almost exactly the same words. Why did he keep
He
bleeding.
could
again.
was
noise
such great cost.
wanting to hear
All of a
We
like.
were
all
sittin'
we knew they were out men were talkin', even laughin'
'cause
jest waitin'
of th'
sudden we
all
got
real tense like.
We
In
was so noisy you couldn' Imagine
smoke
flyin'
ya." The old
out into the the time
sorta
knew they
man stopped
abruptly and started staring again
when the smoke did
clear away.
and many
then,
seemed wet
was heavy and
still
whimperings here and there. didn't really
Bobby, and cannon
meadow. His mind flashed ahead
men were laughing air
It,
so thick you could hardly see the person next ta
laugh again. The field
The
of
It
was as
if
a knife
them would never
himself couldn't
moans and move.
to him.
stuck
the
boy whispered almost
reverently. "Finish
"Well, when the smoke finally cleared away, the all
His voice cracked
gone."
gone, he thought, for
and
many were
left
enemy was
Not quite
faltered.
starting to in
his
He
climbed onto
his
grandfather's
head on the old man's chest and drew tight
knot against his
little
own
chest.
his
He
fall.
The
pocket and
held out his thin, withered arms, which the child
accepted.
all
behind.
The air was getting chilly, and dew was boy shivered. The old man put his pipe
gratefully
lap,
laid
his
round arms Into a
shivered once more,
The boy looked out at them them softly to himself. load the rocking chair screeched more em-
body. The sky was brave
with their spilled blood.
were
play-
the story."
story to
of his
except for feeble
He
his
then settled finally into the warmth of the old man's arms and his
in
None
remember what had happened
hurt so badly.
How
acting beside the creek with Johnny.
there
were comin'." The old man went on and on, and Bobby's eyes grew wider and wider. His elbows were on his knees, and his round chin rested on two chubby little fists. "It
They had thrown the enemy back, but at long would it be before the boy could
It.
"Grandaddy?"
somewhere. Some low.
In
He was
a funny shape.
understand that part? That part was missing from
It?
"Well, ever'thing was real quiet
our trenches
sitting
In
wetness of the blood where he
feel the
all
the
He
from
his
shelter
Under the
extra
full
of stars.
and started
to count
phatically than before.
How man
quickly his
thought.
He
mind wanders
something full
of
else,
the ola
wounded men
anguished cries and wishing he could con-
His leg
and hearing
way up
centrate on the stars instead.
their
to
kept seeing the field
Suddenly Bobby intently.
It
sat up straight and looked at the old man was getting almost too dark to see them. There was
no moon yet tonight. He reached up with one finger and touched the old man's cheek. It was wet. hie rubbed the salty wetness between two fingers thoughtfully. Then,
just
suddenly,
as
grandfather's lap and,
know!
bounced up and out
of
motioning toward the door, said,
Let's play checkers.
Without waiting
he
for the
Want me
answer,
his
The old man
commencement
the
of a
Let your mind As they climb In
And
follow the surging
the peak,
waves
hang suspended
nothingness.
then descend on the desolate shore.
"I
board out?"
he dashed Into the house,
sat
still
till
an excited voice called him from I'm
ready!"
Laboriously,
rose from the chair, leaning heavily on his crutch, and slowly across the porch to the door.
He
put
his
head thoughtfully and went
he
moved
hand on the
handle, then turned to look up at the stars for the his
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;
begins
From
far
away
to a
The shore heeds
water rushing
nearby place
this
sound and welcomes the
Saline caresses
"Com'on, Grandaddy!
He nodded
it
Recurring image
Listen to the tumult of
to get the
banging the door harder than before. within,
Now
inside.
first
Caresses which are short-lived, merely Fleeting shadows
For the tide soon trembles away again.
Carrying the shore's sand to who knows where.
time.
You have
felt
the presence of this
Encompassing being Bringing you and your loved one a
Of
Yet taking with
THE SALINE BEING
moment
truth. it
a part of your
dreams
For the Saline Being has captured
Your attention For a
Quiet
all
idle
Say "hush"
to
your
Be the cause of
And
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;
a passing
moment.
his
friend.
aesthetic revelation
bring yourselves together for a fev
Priceless
moment
sounds and thoughts
moments
.
.
.
Linda Fay
*
FIRST
PLACE
WINNERâ&#x20AC;&#x201D; POETRY
MONOLOGUE
Within the warm curtains of
SONNET TO MUTABLE LOVE
Curtains blocking out to I
Come,
let
us
And deeply As welded Touch and
Now Sit
I
touch flame to live this
fire with
present which
our
close
my
kiss,
my
that
I
hair
choose
be peripheral
generate
my own
atmosphere: delicate,
lips
security from a plastic bottle, is
real,
Sixty-seven cents plus tax.
touch
Silken, floating split
traumatic tear
ends stinging the
trails.
Every three days the old purification
love, yet longer, linger but awhile.
ritual
know not why, or when, or where you will away. Or what sad frown will come and cross your smile. Only for this day, for this fair hour am sure. To touch, to see, proof is this there lives my light. With flames apart is there one ember that's secure? For
all
GIRL
sweet, clean-smelling, self-generated
we our finger tips. kiss, all these moments steal. have your sweet hand, now let us stay, do and
coals
A BRECK
BY
I
Or
else feel the
own
weight of myself on
my
shoulders.
1
Or must in parting every spark die endless night? Let me imprison then your hand, sweet captive to sweet For while to love love, my dear, cannot love to trust. i
I
Linda Long
lust.
Bette
McKinney
THE POSSESSION OF
A SOUL
Samuel Anthony
on a stretcher
lay
in
the anteroom of the
Memorial Hospital operating room, unconscious. The days had been, he knew, the
known
days of
last
last
few
Samuel had
his life.
about four months that he had been dying of
for
stomach cancer. His doctor had explained
many
to him, after
attempts to arrest the disease, that there was nothing more that
could be done. Samuel knew he was going to die. Alice Collier
Dr.
Samuel Anthony had put
that of
cancer research.
He
believed that he had been on the
when he
brink of a discovery
Ironically,
one endeavor,
his entire life into
himself was stricken
with the
dreaded disease. Although he was
begun The
lights
suspended from the
shining stainless steel equipnnent
the stretcher
in
ceiling
and
the operating room.
The white
walls
added
not
It
was
in this
would begin that would be the famous surgeon was about
one body
into another.
room
that a
once unimagined
first
of
its
kind
to transplant a
The
in
the world.
human
possibility of such
had been discussed and
Michael Dovick had
long
It
Many
He began
of his
help
his
to feel that
he could serve medical science better by attempting to
A
close the mysteries of cancer.
But progress
was had
he
that
cancer research.
when the malignancy was discovered.
and
virtually
an operation
dis-
had been slow
unrewarding.
It
had not been
year after he and
his
the
until
team had begun
last
year,
their
re-
initiated the idea,
search that there had been the faintest hope they could solve six
one
and
of the
many unknowns
Samuel Anthony had been
and consultation with distinguished over the world, he was ready to attempt
after years of careful study all
into
that
brain from
had been performed
heart transplant
years before.
colleagues from
go
practice
speculated upon since the
time a successful Dr.
to
in
had died of cancer. They had been beyond
the tenth
the results
had been
wanted
realized he
a matter of minutes an operation
In
medical school, not to mention Internship and
he
until
a patients
event would fake place.
years old he felt he had just So many years had been spent in
fifty-two
work.
residency, followed by five years of private practice.
on
gleaming harshness which was the epitome of cleanliness and intense brightness.
life's
college and
shone down on the
sterilized white sheets
his
At his
the operation.
10
first it
life
to
was very hard
of cancer.
It
was
at that time Dr.
stricken with cancer. for
him to accept.
He had
given
cancer research and that same disease would now
take his
life
away. His colleagues mourned the
science that would
become
loss to
a reality with his death.
medical
Dr.
Anthony had agreed and
have the distinction
Without
of being the
Dr.
first
Dovick knew he would
doctor to perform a brain
Samuel Anthony to head the research team, the progress
transplant.
would be very slow, and the spirited devotion
nent research scientist, was of great importance to medicine
upon which by the Dr.
also
its
of the doctor's
that
his
six
Dovick had
present
approaching death.
made
cies
be
was then he
first
Samuel knew what
if
Samuel Anthony was
Samuel Anthony's
his
now preparing
colleague told him was true:
his
this
he consented to the operation, he would be
all,
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;
the operation,
if
Dr.
failing fast.
for
He had
his life.
The team
were
of doctors
She had conditioned
for surgery.
made
his
herself for
decision to give his brain to science.
he explained to Jane,
It's
really
his
with what he decided.
now
felt
half of
But
her
life
of the hospital.
the operation
After
no different from donating
Jane had
told
make; she would go along
to
that the
scared and alone, knowing that
moment was in
at
hand,
a matter of minutes
would be gone.
Mary Dickens was
a
from the Anthonys' home.
to ex-
was beside her husband
few minutes of
him that the decision was
she
man who possessed a perfectly healthy body but whose brain had been damaged in an automobile accident, damaged to the point where the man had been in a virtual state of coma for the past five months. The man was George Dickens, a drug store owner who lived not far
last
eyes to Individuals or your body to research.
his
when death was impending. The operation room would be ready and the team of doctors would stand by on alert to be ready to remove his brain immediately after the moment of his death. The doctor already had in mind the patient who illness,
would receive the brain
and sciences might
moment. She and Sam had discussed the operation before
he had
The doctor explained
put under careful surveillance during the termination of
the arts
in
two days, and the doctors had told her
for
an hour ago that he was
a his
live.
suc-
If
improving the human spe-
Medical science was about
wife, Jane,
what she knew were the
won
upsetting idea, but the doctor
brain should be given a chance to
him that
to
service to mankind.
in
were obvious, great minds Indefinitely preserved.
been unconscious
made
the brain, being that of a promi-
this,
perience the most advanced medical feat ever attempted.
an appointment with Dr. Anthony to
Dr. Dovick
shocking and at
to
It
his plan.
The proposal
addition to
could continue functioning
it
attempt a human brain transplant.
to
In
cessful, the future implications for
years of experiments with animals had
been successful enough
point.
if
most determined defender.
Michael Dovick knew of the work of Dr. Anthony and
knew
decided Dr.
was founded would be weakened
their research
loss of
to the principles
with her sister-in-law
They had
room
to
just
in
prepare him
room George into
the waiting
taken her husband
for brain surgery.
Although
she was afraid that the operation might not be successful, she
had a strong ray
His family had consented to
to her.
Anthony agreed.
It
of
since the accident. II
hope
that her
husband would be restored
had been a hard and heartbreaking
George had
five
months
not known her or anyone.
It
was amazing
that only
wreck, but, without
had loved and married.
Now
would once again be a
Mary
being.
stared
brain had been
his
brain, he
his
man whom
thinking,
functioning
She could only pray.
ahead.
straight
the
in
George human
there was the possibility
living,
Within her own hope, she
damaged
was no longer the man she
pain for Jane Anthony, a wo-
felt
whom
she did not know, but to
she was closely
For Jane Anthony would be losing a loved one, while
bound.
Mary would be having one
returned,
restored.
A
shudder
passed through Mary's being and she clutched the hand she held
more
hfours
firmly.
seem an
Mary Dickens
eternity
when
anxiety
is
in
and
the heart,
to
seemed to last forever. She was finally told that all had gone well, but the final results would not be known for many more hours, perhaps not even for days. There was still more waiting, but there was also a feeling the operation
of relief within
her.
It
had been a tremendous decision
make when she consented
her to
make him whole
Mrs. Anthony had been taken
Now
home by
and
its
not to be connected with any part of
body had been removed for his burial
league.
to
her family as soon as
she must bear her grief as well as possible.
the world were
for
life
Samuel Anthony had been pronounced
couldn't think of the operation
ments
husband's
again.
the operation began.
dead.
to risk her
to
now.
it
to the funeral
were being made.
coming
results, for
pay
For Mrs. Anthony
it
she
She
seemed
hier husband's
home and
Doctors from
arrangeall
over
tribute to their respected col-
was
all
over and she wanted
be omitted from what seemed
to
to
her rather morbid and
bizarre circumstances.
knew
Dr. Dovick
seemed
that his operation
had been recognized
miraculously successful, a scientific miracle,
began
as
hlowever, he also
be revealed.
had many comOnly he was aware
of the repercussions of such a transplant
... he and the man
to realize that his successful operation
were yet
plications that
who now had operation
to
His patient had
brain.
movement
the
cords.
Finally,
make out
of
however,
his
his
was
that he
Dickens arrived,
out of the
at Dr.
"Why
for
does he this
is
call
become
voice had
George did
in
con-
mouth and tongue, and vocal
calling for his wife.
Mary Dickens looked George,
come
apparently having considerable difficulty
trolling
to
new
a
know
not
clear
enough
Yet when Mary
someone?
Mary, George.
I
me?
you."
He gave her a strange look from his familiar eyes. "Where Jane? She was here with me before became unconscious. I'm sorry she had all of It to bear, for would never have known if hadn't pulled through. Why isn't she here? And I
I
I
my to
I
have so much
hands and fingers
go back
to
my
difficulty feel so
making my jaw move?
numb ...
research as soon as
so strange. 1
can.
him, especially
his
work.
Now
I
whenever she touched him or
tried to fix his
pillow.
Jane Anthony was Immediately summoned She had been told
Hospital.
place between
of
Mary Dickens and
to
Memorial
the scene that had
Samuel Anthony's funeral had Just been day before but Samuel Anthony rather the man who Insisted he was Samuel Anthony, was calling for her. As Jane Anthony went to the hospital, she was still grieving for
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;
held the
the
man who had been buried, and yet she had a feeling of new purpose in her own life. Upon arriving
And to the
then
it
was her
I
Mary Dickens looked at her husband in horror. To her, it was her husband, the same man she had known and loved, but he was no longer George Dickens. He was Dr. Samuel
of the
Jane walked up
this man before, for man who would receive
She had never seen
with a strange voice.
she had preferred not to meet the
him.
I
be shocked.
at
bedside of the man who called himself her husband, but
her husband's brain.
Samuel Anthony, have been freed from cancer, am determined to find a cure. What's wrong with my body, Dr. Dovick? When can expect to be on my feet again?"
turn to
of
whose husband
no longer knew her because he possessed the brain husband of Jane Anthony.
And I,
taken
her husband. The question
was: whose husband?
want
that
He
repulsed by her presence, her nearness to
the hospital, she tried to console Mrs. Dickens,
Doesn't he know
love
actually
new hope,
her.
Dovick questioningly.
is
why do
Anthony, the research doctor, ready to resume
Now
she found herself face to face with
She saw the recognition
In
eyes,
his
and the strange
hands and arms that he raised toward her. She gazed face of a before.
man who
loved her, but
Suddenly she turned and
could never offer love to she had buried him.
try
into the
she had never seen
She knew that she Her husband was dead;
fled.
stranger.
She went out
seeing Mrs. Dickens.
experience and
this
whom
of the side
door
to avoid
She only wanted to forget the whole
to restore her
life.
She knew she would
never accept the stranger
even though he knew he was Samuel Anthony. never occurred to him that she, as
director as his wife to her alien husband.
the hospital as her husband.
in
George Dickens had heard Mrs. Anthony come room. Everyone insisted on calling him George his wife,
Into
self
the
would react
It
had
to
him
one man
body
of
realized that his wife
Jane did not and probably could not
man
love the
in
the
he now appeared to be.
of another.
husband.
He
face.
How
was
this
GEORGE DICKENSâ&#x20AC;&#x201D; DEATH
body
that died
that
day?
Whose
soul
Indeed,
was contained
who
is
world?
new
was her
cruel that he, a stranger,
could not expect her to accept him, yet he knew
he could never love Mary Dickens as she had expected to be
He was
loved again by her husband, George.
j^
George
not
Dickens; but was he Dr. Samuel Anthony, research scientist?
He
slowly rose from his
bed amazed and
with his legs, his feet, his balance,
He
at the difficulty
shuffled to the
looked out on the street twelve stories below.
that he live.
he had
window.
He
sensed
was a man without an Identity with which he could
He was
a misplaced being, a freak
In
a world not yet
ready to accept such advancements of medical science. There
was not a place
in
such a world for him, for even he could
not precisely determine that
to
his
own
Identity.
And
under these circumstances, he would never
he sensed too really
be able
devote himself to the cancer research project. The team
would have nearly as much
difficulty
adjusting to this
looked at him-
It
Ironically, her love for
him was the barrier that she would hold against
body and new
But
cancer three days before.
He He
knew he was the mind
He
and shuddered.
glass,
George Dickens who had jumped from the twelth floor window of Memorial Hospital? Perhaps it was Samuel Anthony who died by suicide, Instead of from
shocked and hurt him. After she had gone he had done some serious thinking about the total situation of his Identity.
window
BY SUICIDE.
he were a stranger. To see Jane flee from him had
If
the
The coroner's report read:
Dickens
But
in
new 14
anyone
In In
the this
A-
SECOND PLACE WINNER— POETRY You are a hero To your people
And what am
DEAR MOSHE
You have
I
a past,
to Mine? Moses
my people go!) And a future What have but (Let
I
Martha Haii
That was nice and
Know and I
Man
And
You have
neon and
child of
plastic
a
God.
You are
And
Face
I
am
a Sitter
Etched clean with years
And would
fighting I
And
"yes
I
will,
Covered
a
Doer
see your
And
and
*****
I,
Applaud I
of black
Void.
Do
Weak
a destiny, Israeli
—eons
and toughness
o( steel
While
I
don't
will?
You have You,
I
maybe
yes,
too!" all
black patch
That
tells
God Your
with
One
to
had your
fire
zeal
your
Cause.
me
More Than many epitaphs. 15
ON
AND NATUREâ&#x20AC;&#x201D; FROM THE UNBORN GENERATIONS
LIFE
Who It
knows what a walk the rain can
In
seems
do?
to profit
But a chosen few;
Did
we
Yet
And Its It
say chosen?
it is
their choice
surely
if
asked,
praises they'd voice:
quickens the young
And
revives the old;
Awakens
And
spirit,
cleanses the soul.
Leaders
â&#x20AC;&#x201D; proud, dignified
Become unbound, untied; Walk in the rain, please.
And
stand
in
the grass;
(God's glories en masse. Ah, beautiful
A
much
tree)
better world
For us there would be: Please
Walk on
the grass
For our sake.
Edrie Bays
ODE TO A MUD PUDDLE RAPE OF
*
SECOND PLACE WINNERâ&#x20AC;&#x201D;SHORT STORY
A LAKE THE LIFEGUARD
In
the night no one knows
That the
On Is
moon which glows
your surface of black
ingredient for a
Tagalie Frye
mud pack
Ha! They do not know. You may live in a road As the bath for a toad,
Or add pleasure to the Of a child fleeing heat.
The lifeguard strutted along the edge
feet
the
Oh, you are so versatile! Man cements all the earth
Until
And I
will
forgets
its
once-loved worth
treasure your wet,
all puddles of mud! handsome water be
as the sea
les
mud
they slowly
to
and
the children
ankle-deep
feet,
tunnels,
water surveying
the sand.
the
forth
ruins of
They
sunburned
of
and
the water with
their
their
mothers stood
hands folded over
their
Harshly the water washed over their pink
pushing and pulling, cold and wet,
his
children.
between the water and the bath house,
brown
feet.
just
as
it
did over the
The lifeguard kicked
at
lence and turned towards the beach, protector of
its
his
inso-
lands
people.
The sand
Donna Barnes
carefully
golden mounds resembling
handiwork
screamed and laughed, while in
lifeguard's hard,
puddles!
moved along
them and swirled around
sagging stomachs.
When the sands of time Rob me of more rhyme. Vive
as
Running back and
Hail to
Remembered
forth
of the
bright bathing suits swing their hips back and
girls in
avoided the cold Atlantic water that moved closer and closer castles
Black presence; then forget.
Let your
young
stuck fo the wetness of the lifeguard's feet as he
walked up the beach. The heat of the dry sand burned
moved
feet so he
on the other. it
is
only
am
"I
me
quickly,
down
too far out on a
to a
watery death."
he had saved a boy
drowning person. But there was no doubt
would be able
to
his
mind
jumped
stand that rose
like
first
that he
rung of the ladder of
turned
his
across the beach
leaving
"Are there any
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;
The lifeguard winked take care of them.
I
sharks
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;near
at the
come
lady.
this
girlish
be
safe with a
competent man
"Sure there are, but
"but, of course, just
wanted
to
be
i
"I
guess
left
down by
of the mothers
was
his call for duty.
Out
his
"He has "A little
I
his foot
his
at
him.
the water.
It
was the
went running over and
The lifeguard knew
foot.
He
climbed quickly down the
woman who was
on
a shell
already
â&#x20AC;&#x201D; or something
cream and a bandage should fix it up," he said tousling the young boy's hair. Soon the boy was smiling at the big, impressive white bandage that wrapped around his foot. "Thank you so much," said the mother, leading the child back down the beach by the hand. The lifeguard returned to his place and looked over to see She was looking if the girl in the yellow bikini had seen him.
kill
we can
were sharks here.
scratched
moved
of the box beside him he picked
ladder and trotted out to meet the
you on duty," she smiled,
didn't really think there
One
the
out a bag labeled "First Aid."
one that made her wrinkles
like
was no longer looking
came from
he
at the girl in the yellow
and glanced
heading towards him.
out here every morning and
laugh,
to the right
But she
cry
to
picked up the boy, examining this
a couple for breakfast."
She laughed a
appear unconcerned,
effort
cry of a child.
water?"
even more evident under her pudgy red face.
of
A
I
voice,
of
He jumped slightly and a tinge Moving his head too quickly he the beach and when he felt he had
made some bikini.
a
face.
his
scanned the other side
head back
wake of sand behind. The lady beneath the orange hat was plump and red-faced. She stopped at the bottom of the stand and leaned very close to him. "You will probably think me silly, but this is my first visit was a little afraid." She lowered her to Whitehorse Beach and ing
rose on
of pink
orange hat scurry-
to see an oversized
group
She looked up and
caught the lifeguard's gaze.
a throne from the yellow land.
head
his
his atten-
sitting with a
on a blanket to the right of him.
girls
"Lifeguard," a voice sang behind him. "Lifeguard."
He
who was
tion to a girl in a yellow bikini
his
on the cool
to safety
now turned
the lifeguard didn't hear her, for he had
defying the hot sand. Then he broke into a trot and
slowly,
in
"Thank you," came from the orange hat beneath him, but
hHe
who was
someone was ever in danger. The lifeshoulders and his jaw and walked more
if
guard straightened
in
umbrella marked 'Lifeguard'
large white letters.
but he had never actually had to save a
raft,
the green
seat beneath
his
between the people and the cruel
One day
egoism.
his
m'am." The lifeguard assured her as he
safer,
climbed, quite competently, to the fop of the stand and took
your lifeguard," he said to himself, "and
that stands
sea that longs to drag them
laughed at
"Couldn't be
into his
leaning lightly on one foot, then
I
sure." 18
first
aid
He
at him. She smiled at him and quickly turned away. He began to plan how he would ask her out. The lifeguard's thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice below him calling for help very weakly, hie knew who it was It was Charlie. "Do some poor mortal calling for the aid of came the voice from the top of the stand.
before he looked down.
There was Charlie, grinning
and
lifeguard'
—You
"How do yourself.
couldn't save
you
"Hey, what
"Wait
ladder,
think
got
I
parents'
'aid of the
huh? Just
job,
yeah," groaned Charlie.
might
"I
try
and drown
glasses up this It's I
dream
do
that
I
am
someday."
his
nose.
mean
and thing
I
I'm
wake up all
hold
I
in
in
Charlie bounced his dark "You know sometimes have
it
—
like
it's
always
really gets to
the middle of the night
sweaty and trembling. it
you could do
me
I
I
1
Catch
you
Lifeguard."
later.
*****
this
—
the darkness that
because a storm was coming up.
now and
I
drowning, but
always the same dream and
and
if
Charlie
for the parking lot.
The wind had picked up and the sky was growing black. The lifeguard was glad it was getting near his quitting time
that
and down
you about was
scrambled down the stand and headed
boy." just
to ask
You don't even know what want." can't spare any money this week. My anniversary is this week and have to get something
— expensive." "Okay — Okay.
place for sure suicide." " Just try,
came
Charlie,
it,
couldn't think of a better
"I
I
nice
nothing."
my
girl
to the water.
nudging him.
a second.
"Forget
save you but good, boy."
I'd
way down
a favor."
lifeguard?"
of the
"What do you mean
next to the lifeguard.
sitting
said,
her
"Nope."
bottom
at the
"Hey, Lifeguard," Charlie
a few seconds he was crawling over the ledge and
in
"O
the
made
"Huh?"
hear the sound
I
of
looked up, but the lifeguard was intently watching the
the yellow bikini as she
in
So
just
staring
seems
real.
I
at
You
—
purple
ink.
the
me, you know?
the
in
When
lots of nights
gather up
reach for a cigarette it
because
it
think I'm crazy,
is
Most
the
He
could close the beach
go home. He climbed down and went up to bath house to tell them to make an announcement that beach would close in fifteen minutes, due to the storm. just
came back he climbed back up
he his
of the
magazines and
jacket.
He
the ladder to
closed
his
umbrella.
people had gone home hours before and those
few after-dinner swimmers were now gathering their beach
huh?" 19
equipment together. Sometime during the evening the back tomorrow and he could ask her lots
of girls.
down from
out. Well,
The lifeguard sighed ever so his
stand as the
last
of the
the ridge of sand that separated the
girl in
Perhaps she would be
had slipped away.
the yellow bikini
slightly
there
were
and climbed
people climbed over
beach from the parking
lot.
As he reached
the bottom
top of a dune further
The wind was particles of sand
down
he saw a figure standing on
the beach.
It
looked
like
Charlie.
across the beach now, drawing up
lashing
and whipping them around. They attacked
the lifeguard as he started to walk towards the figure on the
dune. The beach was closed. "Hey," yelled out the lifeguard, but
his
voice was drowned by the sound of waves harshly
slapping on the beach, and the wind and the
gulls.
The figure began to walk slowly down the beach, staring straight
ahead towards
the
sea.
Halfway down the beach
he stopped. The lifeguard stopped too, and looked out to-
wards the water. The waves were high and the
gulls flew in
swoops
they sought.
into
The sun was partially
them and upwards without the setting
covered
it,
fish
m
below the water, but the black clouds
and
it
was getting very dark. The figure of
20
* the
man was
but a
lifeguard could
tell
HONORABLE MENTION
shadow halfway down the beach, but the was moving again moving quickly
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;
that he
towards the water.
"Hey!" screamed the
his
arms flew out
at the
His neck whipped back and
wind and the sand. The half-darkness
veiled the runner as he raced
water.
TO MY UNBORN
lifeguard.
The figure was now running.
down
the beach and into the
The crashing
There was a splashing that came above the angry
that did not
fit in
The shore
and the wind, a splashing with the beach noise. The splashing stopped.
sound of the waves and the
gulls
Even though the storm sounds were loud and
shrill,
it
Little
Into
seemed
deeper and deeper
to
be
sinking
push him away, but
in
one mighty wrench.
Into the sand.
stood confused, trembling, and desperately alone
â&#x20AC;&#x201D;an
for
your moment of
And
your
life will
Ebb and flow like this tender Ocean: you will play along the
feet
his
life
Sunshine.
knew would not come again, but he did to
you.
One.
Will send you crashing full-long
The lifeguard had no idea how long he stood there just for the sound tried
like
Like the rolling surf.
staring out towards the dark waters, straining
not move. The wind
waves upon
of the
much
Soon my body,
seemed
an unbearable silence to the lifeguard.
of splashing that he
is
He
World's edge,
inter-
these tiny
like
Piper gulls scurrying
loper on the storm-darkened beach.
down
the
Foamy beach. Sometimes you
will
Spew
silly
like
those
(Trying so hard to
Or perhaps
21
plunge and dolphins
be whales)
you'll lazy
along
Like a sluggish sand snail, Content with your own little
BOOK REVIEW
Sea-oat castle.
And when you have spent your Sunbeamed glory, gentle Night Will come to you and wrap You, child of In
my
Death
Had Two
Sons by Yael Dayan;
New
McGraw-hlill Book Company,
York; 1967.
body.
her soft film and carry you,
Like the tide, to
And
mighty Neptune.
weave for you a Bed-time story and he will say he
Death
will
"Your father was Your mother was The sea."
a sunset in
Dayan,
to you:
and
Had Two
Sons
the
is
daughter of General
Dayan chooses post-war Israel. Her novel setting Miss
love with
is
most recent novel by Yael
Moshe Dayan
of
the one she
familiar with
treats an
is
Israel.
The
unusual father-son rela-
tionship.
Haim Kalinsky is a little man; an old man; a dying man. Once, however, he was forced to play God. A profitable Jewish merchant in Poland, Haim had a comfortable home, a loving wife,
and
Martha Hall
wife, tion
Haim's
and two
sons.
comfortable
Then the Nazis invaded Poland
world
man choose which
of his
two sons would
Samuel, and David was led off to
and
disappeared.
and then he and his sons were forced camp. There the Nazi soldiers made a fate.
lost
his
small, frightened
Haim
live.
Fate
is
clutched
unpredictable
ways which cannot be determined nor explained David escaped and made it safely to Israel where
acts in
by man.
he grew into a strong, handsome man. concentration camp.
Haim
Samuel died
lived through the horrors of the Nazi
re-established his business after the war.
22
He
into a concentra-
in
the
occupation and
Later he remarried.
Throughout
time,
this
both David and
his
SOMETIMES
father thought the
other dead, but through the efforts of refugee agencies, the
two were reunited,
hlaim brought
his
second family
only to find a hostile and alien country, and a son
to Israel,
who
rejected
him.
As hlaim forgetting
Kalinsky lay dying,
past and
the
and time. The ically
David faced the choice of the barriers built
separated Haim and David
wall that
by is
guilt
Life really
graph-
When When
represented by the road that separated David's apart-
ment from the his
crossing
where
hospital
window David could see
his father
his
father's
awaited death. From
Had Two
Sons
is
As David recreates
insight
into
When When
learn
he
is,
incidents from his past
character,
that
of
his
for
tomorrow
happiness, sometimes.
father,
we
are given
and
into
troubles and
trials
are hiding;
a gentle wind's laughter asks not
what comes
God is too good to you, sometimes. When Heaven has shown you its glory
the
Through the flashbacks more about David and what has made him the man
But sorrow
and
And sometimes
tears
make
there lust
their
Isn't
marks through the years
a sometime.
and we better understand and sympathize with the
struggle he undergoes. Deatfi Had Two Sons produces a good character man who had denied his past, only to be faced with of re-openIng
and love chance well as
study of a the choice
a part of himself as a gesture of forgiveness
man. The reader sympathizes with David, be able to open his heart and accept the has offered him to be a man who can love as
to a dying
and hopes he fate
Linda Pelikan
will
be loved.
,
,
,
after
You put away memories, sometimes.
built around flashbacks into David's
the newly developing Israel.
spirit of
we
his
Is
Nothing can bother you, sometimes.
is
arated him from hlaim. Miss Dayan's novel
honey-eyed sorrow looks round
Existence
David's struggle to forgive and remove the barrier that sep-
past.
wonderful, sometimes.
room, but he could
Death
not bring himself to cross the street.
is
everything's golden and rosy;
.
Judy Leach 23
24
^
HONORABLE MENTION
The complete destruction
Of my
Of
CARNIVAL
soul
the creation
In
yours.
One
solitary
Stream
of light
my
Creeping across
life
Forgetfulness Like a shroud
Martha Hall
Falling over my Weary mind And over everything
a
Crucifix swinging
Aimlessly Like a broken
And
pendulum
Here am Somewhere between A nun and a bawd,
A
Trembling within myself
Scarlet hands
one second Beyond the immediate
My own personal nightmare. When will be over.
Mind
This mortal Hell,
I
Slips slowly
Living
And
and white faces-
This carousel?
thoughts screaming
Life
Always questioning: is
away.
bright vision of
it
stretching out
For other thoughts,
What
the hourglass sand
And
love?
is I
a
game
don't want
To play Anymore.
25
*
HONORABLE MENTION
her
In
room her
collection
doll
covered an entire
These antiquated figures ranged from the worn rag
wall.
doll with
one button eye with which Miss Simms had played some
fifty
years before, to a prim, starched French doll that her widower
THE OLD MAID
father
had brought
to his only
daughter. The
was a
life-size
baby
doll that so
resembled an
to
be eternally upon the verge The atmosphere was one of
Miss her
Simms was
girl
friends that she
"gentleman friend" was Miss Victoria Simms lived alone
ment
in
would bring
the second floor apart-
of a respectable crumbling brownstone.
unmarried lady such as
Miss Simms prided
herself
keep
all
amount
of
dusting
un-
unmistakably
spots,
in
rouge, still
her slight frame.
glowed
from
her
styled in the tight
in
a fuzzy
young woman shown, hanging beside World War picture of her as a volunteer I
nurse.
Miss Simms would have had a terribly lonely existence were it
not for her dearly beloved parrot. Lord Byron. The
had been chosen by Miss Simms
on
ment, but she
her neatness, both of her person and her housekeeping, though she often despaired of the
bright
her bed,
had so painstakingly stitched. windows and there was never a
speck of dust to be found.
Often she letters,
curls of the gay, bright
needlepoint doilies that she ruffled the
remain single after her
and become pleasantly melancholy
wrinkled cheeks and she wore her hair
herself.
Her three-room apartment was done in the heavy Victohad seen so much parloring in her girlhood. The arms and backs of the furniture were covered by the curtains
to
the great war.
Miss Simms had a withered girlishness
Two
rian furniture that
Ching
In
reading them.
hood that had once been fashionable was now rather weary and gave idle passers the impression of genteel poverty. It was a safe area though, and Miss Simms considered it ideal for an
word
She often reminded
bundle of crackling, yellowed
the faded blue ribbon,
tie
The neighbor-
forth a
seemed
fussy old maidishness, a
had chosen killed
it
of dimpling into a smile.
never to use.
careful
addition
latest
infant
fits
required to
of
own.
her China figurines and other what-nots sparkling.
26
felt
it
in
name
a fanciful, romantic
suited the fine bird for he
mo-
was subject
to
melancholy that uncannily seemed to coincide with her
According
Simms, Lord Byron had shown from the
to Miss
have heard, v/hen passing outside the parlor window,
to
voice speaking such phrases the
Particularly
an unusual aptitude for speech. Several neighbors claimed
first
same southern
ance
seemed
reported, he often
versing with
at a fantastic rate.
his
mistress.
someone who gave more
It
mother his
actually con-
was embarrassing
really to visit
in
linguistic
Her only
remained stubbornly so nervous.
Whenever
he sat on
his
made
visitors
cage too near the
sensed
for his
came
at
remembered
over tea and
ladies for
it
been
at times that the bird
of
their
silly
would be
fearful
of careful handling
violets, the
his
reat
trip
to the pet store,
the incident earlier
the
In
Lord Byron,
for
afternoon that had
Lord Byron,
the midst of
in
"Windy
old bag!"
Poor Miss Simms had failed to felt
her face redden
under the disapproving eyes of her companions.
She fussed
hostile eyes. I
at
him as she took
wish you wouldn't
do
that!
off her things,
It's
She would sco'd
cage when harsh with
I
have guests."
not to
product of years
him,
do bad
I
will
have
27
you know. to
If
cover your
Feeling that she had been a bit too
she offered a bribe,
"Now mama
things like that any more,
what she brought her baby from the store."
and transplanting.
"You bad boy,
terribly rude,
you continue to behave that way,
tisement was of a gentle sort for the bird was far dearer to her
pampered African
the ladies might
that
purpose of buying a delicacy
rudeness after her friends had gone. Yet her chas-
than even her
breath.
moments.
particularly embarrassing.
muttered,
resented their presence
gossiping.
his
comments. To make matters worse,
conceal her giggles and she had then
made him
an afternoon of chatter,
them with gleaming
Lord
Mrs. WInthrop's description of her gall bladder operation had
She dared not
because
of
little
Lord Byron
Miss Simms very uncomfortable for she knew her
and disapproved him
they
perch staring
girls
the fact that
before her friends.
silent
his
in
else,
caustic
Miss Simms, after returning from a
and she often shyly mentioned
regret rested
trick
mother who hears her baby crying long
a
the most inappropriate
the parrot was not unlike that of a
triumphs to the
a
the midst of a conversation with
marks were often singularly amusing, causing her to laugh
of her time to the parrot than to her
a precocious child
in
even to put
This
his
for the express
latest
cakes.
like
before anyone catch
guests.
Miss Simms' pride
in
Within
be
to
Simms was
Miss
to
and he would mutter something under
Miss Simms,
Under Miss Simm's guid-
as his mistress.
trying
She would be
the ladies
language fluency had increased to the point
his
visitors
his
"Polly want a cracker," with
as,
vocabulary had developed
his
two years that,
lilt
Byron's.
If
you promise will
give you
BLUE
She slipped her wrinkled, veined hand seed
his
and
dish,
He wobbled
on
his
breaking one of
A
vague yet
perch and long,
his
face,
yet passed quickly.
baby,
mama
ing
stuffed
the
back on
where
his
the
fell
she
it,
bird
in
bottom
to the
brilliantly
slightly terrified look
will fix
into the
cage
to get
doing so she brushed against the bird.
In
blue
tail
her
make you hands,
all
she
gently
placed
taxidermist
had
mended
it
from
his
having
and
sad, bright.
full,
cool.
and
gently,
putting off sleep for tomorrow.
Where does
right,
well." Then, cradl-
perch and smoothed the feathers around
and
beautiful
Blue sings smoothly
feathers.
all
Is
Soft
swept across Miss Simm's
She murmured, "That's will
Blue
of the cage,
it
come
but
from the sky? Shiny and silvery, snowy and dark;
him neck
Blue seeks
open space and shadows.
Wondering why
been
wrung.
I
It
exists,
look at the sky.
Blue floats
and
melts, laughs
and
Blue accepts
and
cries.
rejects
blending or blowing away. Blue breathes
Cynthia Wolfe
Blue grabs
life
and
sees,
moves and
and colors
thinks.
It
without having to explain. I
I
look;
and wondering why
can't
be
Blue,
I
cry.
Donna Barnes
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AND
CAREFUL WHEN YOU CROSS THE STREET
BE
What
if
the sun should fall?
Goose bumps or
depending on where fatal
A
if
lands
burns;
thought to ponder
when not
We shall overcome to
Ban the Bomb, Get our boys out of .. (remember Rome) .
Donna Barnes
29
FRIENDSHIP
The simple its
string vibrating
way through space
Through miles and miles of oblivious ears.
To
find a voice, a similar vibration
The Voice
of a Friend.
Carol Brotherton
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