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Vol XIX

1956

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EDITOR IN CHIEF

"Be Silent"

Jeanne Saunders

MANAGING

Jjissue

.

.

Alyce Sonnerville

EDITOR

"Revelation" Pat V/al+on

BUSINESS

.

C^kts

.

.

.

Alyce Somerville

MANAGER "Night Into Morning"

Jane Railey

Judy

Billett

SHORT STORY EDITOR Carolyn

Waugaman

"The Sea"

James W. Parker

ESSAY EDITOR Mary Leigh Deane

"Mickey

A

Spillane:

Low-Brow

V^rlter'

Ann Glover

POETRY EDITOR Vivian Willetf

"Our Annual Glance"

.

"The

.

ART EDITOR Lynn

Higgenbotham

Critics'

Molly

REVIEW EDITORS Joann

Joann

Fivel

Corner"

Workman Fivel

Cowles Walton

Virginia

Molly VV'orkman

Pat

BUSINESS ASSISTANTS

Anne

Margaret Beavers, Becky Glenn,

Brierley,

Betty Smythers,

and Elba

"In Silence

Flynn.

Billett,

Lou Arnnstrong, Betty Foster, Ro-

Willianns,

beck,

Meade Mann, Alyce Ann

Soghoian.

Tears"

14

Either"

.

.

Vivian Willett

berta

Faison,

In

'Why Johnny Can't Teach,

Editorial Assistants

Judy

and

Nancy Lee Brubeck

Norma Reamy, Bobbie Carter

Elizabeth

Glover,

Nelson,

Nancy

Nancy

Somerville,

Lenz

and

"The Fight"

Bru-

.

17

.

Meade Mann

Tracl Flo

"A

Parable"

Carolyn

.

.

.

.

Waugaman

18

Be

ALYCE SOMERVILLE

by Be

silent,

She

is

my

Silent

heart,

and

listen

to

life.

singing today!

Say nothing.

For she

Be

is

revealing herself to me.

and

still,

my

listen,

ears.

the tree above

For the bird

in

Stay sealed,

my

me

is

singing of

life.

mouth.

For when you speak not what you say

You

feel

And

say not what you feel.

Be

still,

For

And

in

silence

do others see my naked

hear the rhythm of

soul

life

That beats within me.

Be silent and For

And

life

I

is

listen.

singing to me,

do not want

to miss a note.

Alyce Somerville

day begins to seek the

The

light of

The

sea's white lips

now

kiss

The dying raven sings her song of Bright leaves of

autumn

night.

her lonely shores.

drift

plight.

through death's calm

doors.

The cloud's

Upon

soft teardrops

give refreshing shower

the laughing creatures of the earth.

Behold the graceful form, the dying flower.

No I

longer

is

the victim of

life's

mirth.

walk alone beneath the blackened

The warmth of

sunlight's rays

The teardrops cannot

find

my

I

burning eye.

The ecstacy of love death cannot This thought All things

my

lips shall

become more

sky.

stronger feel.

steal.

speak with beautiful

In

my

last

breath:

death.

Alyce Somerville

Night Into Morning JUDY

by

,

HE

,

river

moves

moving

is

under the

1^^

long,

in

in

a long, dizzy progress

of the cold

falling

listless

rain.

It

slow tablets, a dark strip of

smooth water and then

light

a

strip,

and

a

dark

again, while the motor boats rock out and back a

vain

struggle against their anchors.

right-hand

corner of

the

sky

a

little

around, looking for a place to land. of the

side

yard

and

is

in

bird

the sails

the other

narrow expanse of water, the lumber

silent.

silent

On

Up

in

Only the

under the

smoke swooshing

tin

rain

buildings standing grey

and the white clouds of

carelessly off a

roof and

disap-

pearing, and then again, and disappearing into the air.

It

rains

way of the

on and on, carelessly.

puddle and hobble through the almost

pour an endless stream of watery refuse into the

set

It

is

up ever-converging

bitter cold. circles

in

puddle

wind It

is

Suddenly a

comes

little

negro boy with bookbags and

trotting along through the rain.

He

hops across the narrow part of the channel, climbs

up the bank, and makes

and through the

gullies

his

way

across the puddle

under the

bridge.

And

then two others emerge struggling along under a flimsy shivering

parasol.

up

old felt hat,

trudges

They scamper across the

Now

insistence.

faster,

now

raining hard

box,

on.

rains

It

strides along the

pockets and

his

The

chest

his

the

rain

is

circles in

then disappear as the

ripples across the shallow rut of water.

as an older negro with lunch

and threadbare denim worksuit

home from

work.

It

is

Harrison that

is

walking and thinking.

Harrison walks slowly through the shallow black

puddle and crosses into the dark archway of the

He

follows the hard, grassiess ruts to the

other end, then emerges, drawing up a

of

little

The

little

brown

houses

growing dark, and

neath

his

until

he

reaches

own.

his

house stands grey and weathered

the windows.

hold-

little,

Then he walks down the streets

ing onto his hat.

puddle under the foot of the bridge. muffler

rise

up

sets

The raindrops

the grimy black

proud.

in

coming down with more the

child

houses behind the

little

young negro boy

hands

his

strong and

bridge. long gullies below.

A

lumber yard.

same way,

One

gullies.

the other helps him, and they hurry

slips,

on their way towards the

Under the arch-

bridge the spouts of drainpipes

traffic

BILLETT

in

a quiet yellow light shines

The warped porch boards

sink

the

from be-

feet as he walks to the door.

"Daddy, Daddy!" the children shout as he opens the door.

The baby grabs onto

his

leg

and

wails

THE COLONNADE to be taken

Danny jumps up and down

outside.

in

sips his coffee

rison

"Get down, honey. That's nice.' ''Danny, make that baby shut the door, It rainin you knows you can't go out.

hot as hiebble,

budge

can't

"I

wails

good

feels

It

first,

stomach and drives

into his

damp. Then it grows cold in a weak feeling inside

the

Har-

at

stomach

his

the be-

like

ginning of a sneeze, so he knows he

going to

is

'

him,

Mama.

and

hiarrison

have

a cold.

They eat

him away.

lifts

good boy? Bet you been a bad bet you been a bad boy. Hush, honey. boy.

Harrison sits and holds Hebble on his knee, sooth"You been

away

down

slides

it

doesn't want to eat.

slowly.

and gives him

furious.

Rosabel shouts from the ironing board.

The baby

He

the other room.

with glee.

a

Danny

for awhile.

silently

He

to finish.

gets a

the

is

first

pocket knife and begins to

He

'

I

"Gosh

Mama.

cold.

it's

up stack after stack

laid

on the

sizzling

The two rooms are

burner.

A

are black with coal dust.

is

is

small

The peeling

stove take up most of the space.

on the

Supper

bed.

the

in

Cots, a table, chairs, and an iron Franklin

but tidy.

walls

picture of Jesus hangs

beside the table.

wall

The family upstairs

walking around over the ceiling.

"Mama, Mama.

Mama,

cold.

still

I

it

Rosabel keeps on iron-

"

She has baskets from several families and has

ing.

his

grabs

Hebble wants the

fingernails.

knife. it

away

"Hebble, what you wanta do, cut yourself?

You

and Danny

quickly,

tries to

wrench

from him.

down.

ing him

clean

cold.

terrible

I

too

to

little

with that

play

No.

knife.

you

Go

way now."

Hebble keeps bawling and trying knife while Danny tries to make him let

can't have

No,

it.

denly Hebble

slips

and,

it

the

Sud-

go.

glimpse of

horrible

a

in

get

to

The baby Danny wrings his hands and stands there dumb with horror. The others run crazy about the house. Rosabel bends an instant, the knife gouges into

screams

his

eye.

streaming blood.

wildly,

"

over the baby and wails for

"Danny, go

in

and put my coat on Joey.

Hebble, you put that cup down.

What

goin' to

I

do

with you?

Danny, you come and help

Ah!

minute, then

a

and next door come

It

too fraggle.

Soon the people

When

you finished,

ning outside to see what has happened.

me spread

this

table

runs

crying out into the night to get to a telephone. upstairs

run-

grows

It

darker and darker as the cries Increase.

'

while

I

cold.

I

in

take up supper.

don't do no good.

It

the other room, and he

is

Joey has croup

"

crying and wheezing

Danny stumbles around trying to do him. Joey raises up a minute and

hoarsely while

something for

down

along the river the stumps of the burned-over

All

forest rise out of the

The

and jagged.

live

swamp

bony arms, white

like

trees higher

up are mostly

again.

leafless,

making black outlines against the darken-

up supper and talking to Danny and Hebble are raising a rumpus and getting in Rosabel's way. They are playing hide and seek. Now Danny is under the table, now he is behind the bed. Hebble shout:

ing sky.

Their indignant twisted limbs shrug taunt-

with excitement.

river

approaches a

mills

blares

around

looks

Rosabel

Harrison

helplessly.

Then he

lies

taking

is

while

"Hebble, look here honey.

Peep-oh!

Ah! Look what you done now.

I

see you.

Upset the coffee

ingly,

sneeringly.

The

flows

onward

gathers

over the hoarse

it

in

the distance. city,

on.

As the

river

momentum and dashes

Somewhere

rocks.

call

weeps

rain

a

train

sets

long,

a

Farther down, as the

red smoke from the steel

up and dies down and then blares up

again, lighting up the whole inside of the metallic,

"

boxlike buildings.

can.

They quiet down

for a

minute.

The

"What Daddy say. Mama?"

"Daddy say the foreman lay him a brief pause.

honey.

Then Rosabel

says,

Don't you worry your head.

off.'

"That

We

There all

make

is

right,

out.

Rosabel finishes setting the food on the table

and they

sit

down.

so she gives most of

There it

is

not

rain

when the

much hamburger, Joey stays

to the children.

weeps on and sky

on. There are

over the atmosphere shuts off heaven. such

a

lentless

night,

And

time of untold sorrow.

a

pressure

over the land.

some

seems to exude sadness, when

the

The

prison

rain

of darkness

weeps.

In

nights a

With is

veil

this

is

re-

closing

millions of win-

dows listless tears of rain trickle down the panes now and then and sparkle from the light of the

COLONNADE

THE

Anything

and watch the droplets, alone.

Leah stands by a window

come

just

from her work.

in

She has

has; just as she always

Just as

She

will.

when suddenly she objects. Her whole objects violently, and the horrible monotony surges over her. She broods and paces all

window, spirit

of

it

The nurse

Even

If

But

couldn't because

I

some way

just

it's

to get out.

finished with those beads.

I

can't.

I

couldn't stand

They'll give us

another minute.

it

some more work tomorrow. They never give us a make beads. go chance! sweep and scrub. make beads. out in the street once in awhile.

I

I

I

I

I

come back

to

—

room

this

People walking by think I'm

they'll

Now

still

and then

this

the

in

against her

If

I

scream

be worse.

will

a listless tear of rain slides zigzag

Drop,

leaking.

Is

hall.

crazy and that

down the window. The faucet door

Every day!

box.

People walking by on the

There's never a change. street.

in

the bathroom next

Leah

drop, drop.

listens

and, try as she might, she cannot

will

hear or think about anything except the sound. begins to thud

inside

pain and clangor. hall,

head with

her

more

It

resounding

down

Then, as nurses pass

the thudding sounds

the

voices; and the

like

dripping of the faucet, the people

in

the

and

hall,

her mind's ringing are mixed together.

Are the nurses know, but she

again

it

talking

She

doesn't.

the voices

it

is

so clear

It

waits,

seems

seemed to be

the grocery store. thing

about her?

terrified.

is

And now

away.

She

is

seems

things

puzzled,

is

The

like

yesterday.

It

I

and then They pass

yesterday, when

trying so hard

all

in

and every-

when suddenly she hears her voice wants.

nurse's face

didn't

the grocer

tells

The grocer looks her,

a

little

shaking

grows nasty and hor-

her eyes turn swimming and

terrified.

it,

ringing over her head

and the nurse stands beside

her head. rible;

she

Leah doesn't

like

breathless.

growing louder and louder as she the

strange.

happen now.

tried so hard to prove

It

I

Leah

happened

wasn't crazy,

she thinks, but they didn't believe me, they didn't believe.

If

scream

I

she'll

think I'm

still

be worse.

will

little

The water keeps on dripping.

leaves.

while Nell '

I

"

realizes that there

to ing

thought

I

look horrible.

remember.

is

Her head throbs

effort of trying

Gradually Leah

something she was supposed

to

call

it

with the frustrat-

back.

She searches

I

waiting and waiting for nothing.

this

Well anyway

me

let

there was

can't stand

I

got to get out!

I've

they would

if

Her eyes

The water keeps on dripping.

want out!

raining.

the room.

will come in and say, "Need Nell is an ugly, skinny, silly girl. some help? finished Then Leah will say, "No, you silly goose. working two hours ago.

a

In

restlessly.

I

in

can do," she says.

crazy and that

always

she

starts to raise the

is

I

"No, go away."

the white building

in

She waits and waits.

of a thousand eyes.

The nurse

vindows

People stand by the

street lamps below.

through reflection of diminishing memories, but

like

the reflections of two facing mirrors, the one thing she

is

seeking for

in

the center

is

not there.

Please turn to page 15

The Sea O,

walked down by the lonely sea,

1

ah, the song that

And,

sang to

It

The sweetest, saddest song

nne:

e'er heard

The nnoanful chanting of the imperceptible sea and the piercing cries of

The lone white sea

And

forever sand.

sand, sand, sand:

With To

bird.

water the tennpest canne

wifts of

fling

arms upon the land

its

But yet

me

left

.

.

.

only the sand

That covered the rocks

And tugged

at the reeds

Singing with

its

chant

slothful

slithering,

The death of the beach; But always

me

left

it

sand

pools of sand flowing over and through

And

Sand that held pools of water.

Seeping back into the sand and the

And

A

black back flashes

But

now they

And

My

I

ripples are broader.

prone.

fall

the sea:

in

there by the sea,

see how, as with

For

... the

are gone.

with a shriek

head

And I

sea.

out on the shimmering water,

life

it,

me

for

swiftly slipping

is

Away down

it

is

to be.

down.

through the pools by the sea,

While the sea song plays on eternally

With

its

lullaby

On and

on.

Forever

still

Come

ee, I

lullaby

o,

am

the song

not as

—ee— I

lee;

seem

to be.

chants to me:

it

home.

I

I

—

And

am:

I

am

the beginning.

herald the end.

Come back to me Come home to me.

Come back, come back .

.

.

.

.

.

come home

to the sea.

James W. Parker

—

Mickey

Spillaiies

SPILLANE, known more

widely as Mickey Spillane,

come

famous

most

the

pletely a surprise.

Hammer story He can

mystery

of

can guess the villain of the guess that the perpetrator except cruel murders in the book

next. stories.

His

of

first

book,

I,

the Jury, was published

Since that time he has written

six

The Long Wait, The Big

Kill,

My Gun

Vengeance

Me,

Deadly,

Mine,

is

Kiss

others entitled:

Quick,

is

One

and

Lonely Night.

Spillane's books,

to

repellent

particularly

a

have been bought in

calculated to "please the most

blood-thirsty fans,"

amount

one cover

as

Spillane

tale,

indication of what

of

regular hard-cover editions, plus about 26,000,-

definite

appeal

000 copies

paper-backed versions,

in

They

alone.

Portuguese,

been

have

and several have become movies. lane's novels as a

rapidly

and sold

In

fiction

series

by

a

into

Swedish,

Danish,

Finnish,

in this

translated

and

Spillane

Besides these, there

who mocks

sort of stimulation

ethical

and moral, delights

executed assault and murder, and sets

judgment above that of

the history of

In

all

of

by

popularity

their his

books:

two

fast-action

fast-action

plots

of episodes

consisted

of

who

are law enforcement officers.

lane

the

words

"honorable

and

"

attempt to seduce him, usually by herself; sometimes she tears open her dress from throat to waist. Mike has a wriggly feeling up and down his spine; time and again he has that feeling, but he usually manages to resist temptation. "Some other night, baby," he says between clenched teeth; then he jumps into a high-powered car and speeds off to discharge the sexual tension by killing or maiming a hoodlum.

As for the second of the ingredients to which Mr. Spillane attributes the success of his novels, the surprise ending is

personal

To

"soft

Spil-

are

'

synonymous.

Since the third decade of the twentieth century

become

increasingly cor-

Every new author has exaggerated more

a

conforming to

brutally

other men, especially

all

the detective story has

same double pattern. First Mike hHammer goes to see an Incredibly beautiful woman; there are five or six of these in each novel. The woman makes a shame-

his

law

all

In

those

Malcolm

the

Hero

the popularity of the

Is

a

apparently

and denies the efficacy of

at

and decency,

rupted. series

some

gain

single author In

and a walloping surprise ending.

Cowley examines these two ingredients: The

field,

larger quantities than any other

plots

linked

this

In

has

This

who,

readers

his

lacking

group were being printed more

explains

ingredients found

to

from reading such Intimate passages.

publishing.

Mr.

describing the seduc-

In

female characters.

his

all

French,

Dutch,

accurate

seems to take

Spillane

Inside.

country

1953 Spil-

In

is

great deal of pleasure

a

tiveness

the

the popularity of

in

Unlike most paperback mysteries.

covers of Spillane's novels give an

the

of 125,000 copies

in

—

Sex plays an Important role Spillane's books.

demanding and referred

all

will those committed by Mike Hammer be one of the beautiful women who have tried to seduce the hero.

1947.

in

It may not be connThe reader of one Mike

always walloping, but

be-

has recently

writer

Writer

LoYi^-BroYv^

ANN GLOVER

by

RANK MORRISON

A

on the works of

his

exaggeration

an

is

predecessor.

—even

Mickey Spillane

—

Ray-

of

caricature

a

mond Chandler's Marlowe, just as Marlowe is an But in exaggeration of Sam Spade, and so on. respects

certain

character

Spillane's

radically

is

less

exposing

different from any previous creation.

Although the

public,

brow

"

has

he

he

is,

This

writer.

reader

telligent

is

characters.

author's lack

In

of plot, and

reading

is

only

one which one of

most cases he uses a sort of

nique."

First

there

is

technique,

in-

un-

use

of

The construction and tech-

nique which Spillane employs

recognized after

considered a "low evident to any

clearly

by the

organized construction, unrealistic

by

been favorably accepted

nevertheless,

a

killing,

his

is

easily

novels.

sandwich tech-

then a chapter

In

THE COLONNADE

Hammer

which Mike

someone, then

assaults

bottled the sound up by smashing my into his mouth. The shattered teeth tore my arm and his mouth became a

sex

a

I

elbow

There are

chapter, and so on for several cycles.

always a dozen or so gruesome antisocial speeches

proclaim that

also

it

good news when

is

great

They

which attack every phase of law and order. a

hole

His

blood.

welling

fingers

were broken stubs sticking back at odd angles. shoved him away from me, slashed the butt end of the rod across the side of his head and watched him drop

self-

I

appointed

always has the

him stand

let

The

vengeance.

his

a

kills

Spillane

trial.

Hammer

by Mike

killed

villain

or through

self

detective -hero

vigilante-like

rather than

criminal

culprit

into his chair.

him-

.

.

.

They liked to play dirty, was thinking.

Let's make it real dirty. thumbed the slugs out, laying them In a neat row, then took a penknife and clipped the ends off the noses.

That was real dirty. They wouldn't make too much of a hole where they went in, but the hole on the other side would be a beaut. You could stick your head in and look around without

never

is

I

I

under any circumstances punished by due process of law. organization

Spillane's

connected

loosely

of

consists

primarily to stimulate

the interest of the

There

the

crime.

calls

them

considered

are

They are

ridiculous.

by

to

critics

Hammer

Mike

seems

do almost no detection whatever, and how he can solve the so-called mystery when none of the to

law enforcement officers can,

surprising to

is

I

be

led to believe through-

out the preceding chapters.

I

sur-

usually the exact opposite of

what the reader has been

put the getting blood on your ears. gun together, shoved the slugs back In was the clip and strapped on the sling. ready. (One Lonely Night)

what

in

Most of these

"surprise ending."

his

endings

prise

in

The cycle of incidents could go on

stories.

forever, but Spillane chooses to end

he

reader,

no climax

really

is

written

are

not to solve

a

of

string

a

which

incidents

Sex occupies a great deal of space

grammar

is

atrocious.

He

pays no

say about

There

any

alert reader.

Spillane's

and extremely abnormal.

usual this to

quite un-

is

Wylie has

Philip

it:

generally a note of sadism in ever for he hardly

is

Mike's

coutship,

touches

a

girl

or mashing

at-

Spillane's

In

Mike Hammer's view of sex

novels.

without

hurting,

and

girls

her,

his

bruising,

frequently

and chew.

tention whatever to rules of grammar, punctuation,

bite

and sentence

The sex in these books, in short, is not normal.

Except for the insane and the emotionally ill, men and women do not derive pleasure from hurting or frustrating their partners. Women do not generally rip off their own clothing at the first sight of a man. 'Women are not attracted by cruelty; they are repelled.

And very few rational women take drool-

a

he

fact,

structure.

invents

on the topics that compose the intelligent reader

The

brutality

since each killing

killing

is

his

plots often leaves

total disillusionment.

In

all

is

very evident

the books each beating

described

and suffering are

Pain

points

critic

packed with Hammer's brutal

is

and maiming.

and each

in

Spillane's novels

in

story

when he needs

this,

As one

do even elementary research

His failure to

out.

Besides

one.

In

glorified

"lascivious

"

detail.

"enjoyable

as

In-

struments of revenge.

ing as a true compliment.

The women

common: they see

There are many instances of the extreme cruelty which

Hammer employed

in

beating

his

victims.

The following are quotations from several of the most gruesome scenes: caught him so far

base had time to get halfway across to him before he It

dipped

hand

off

in

This

is

have two things

stories

in

when they

they immediately throw themselves at very unrealistic, especially the

because Mike tractive

the

Hammer

person.

Spillane places

all

In

Is

fact,

the odds

latter,

far

from being an

he

is

in

extremely

Hammer's

such unrealistic surroundings where he

is

at-

ugly.

favor.

In

hampered

I

the drawer and had his wrist before he could get the thing leveled. let him keep the gun in his hand so could bend it back and hear his his

Hammer

him.

in

are always gorgeous, and

I

by no one, he cannot help but emerge the

A

character study of Mike

prove

the

non-realism

of

Hammer

will

work.

Spillane's

victor.

further

Mike,

I

obviously,

I

fingers

break and when he tried to

yell

books

is

— the

the

main

detective,

character the

hero,

in

the

all

of

the

conqueror.

COLONNADE

THE Mike weighs about 230 pounds and

He

ugly.

is

He

He

all

criminals

believes

his

him

in

his

merciless

In

itself

who can

is

many

cite

innocent

of

never punished. This

is

alert reader,

instances throughout the books

has

numerous crimes

committed

Much Ben

Redman

work,

about Spillane

has been written

criticism

his

of which

all

stated

has

been derogatory.

has

"Decline and

in

of

Fall

the Whodunit," certain rules which usually are and should be observed by a detective story 1.

3.

5.

In

any story there should at

as

much detection detective

least

be

never

should

has

Spillane

anything

Herald-

"inept vul-

—the

He

hair."

For-

ready contempt for anyone or

a

can

he

that

qualify

possibly

loathes

especially

degrade the vulgarity

his

In

literary

"long

as

who

critics

books while praising

Hemingway, and Steinbeck

for describing

material, Spillane associates with cops

his

Bowery, where, as Time, says, "he

and

many

The detective should do most of his work with his brains, rather than with

politics

be

classified

with other writers

in

any

and

o

In

easily

fact,

has ever given

books

Malcolm Cowley

and

Spillane

No

a favorable write-up, sell

by

the

true

in

in

the

just as Spillane

his

work

would all

receiving.

Is

think-

"wishful

character

his fictitious

quite undisturbed by

is

able criticism If

like

who

Is

to be.

the unfavor-

He

says:

the people wanted to read

Thomas

Thomas

Wolfe.

Hell,

Hammer

Hammer

especially

Spillane,

Spillane's

politicians.

come

Wolfe.

him but the public.

infuriate

also

field.

about him

millions.

I've

1

write

I'd

m

an

not

got to make a

like

author,

I'm

I

m

I'm not trying to

not writing just for fun.

I'm

just

they put their want. hat, that's all

entertain.

writer.

somehow.

living,

educate the people.

a

If

trying

money

In

to

the

I

states

Hammer

homicidal

likes

undoubtedly the fact

is

he

The astonishing fact about Mike Hammer's suc-

nobody

he writes about

stories

for this

of the things that infuriate

rough and tough

same catagory

the

in

The reason

ing" has

any reader can

Hammer, and the

"slow-working" of the law and the whole idea of

or firearms. rules

unimaginative"

"ill-made,

him.

booze-

"chain-smoking,

his

likes

lecherous hero," Mike

novels

fists,

above buy-

Isn't

splitting a bottle with grateful winos."

the

Mike

a

New York

of the

"He appeals to another audience Amber audience."

that

yet

as

and

Life denies that Spillane writes mysteries at

In

all:

ing

the standards set by mystery writers.

a

ed

Spillane frankly

brief look at Spillane's work,

and

Hammer

sadist,

a

blunder

see that Spillane does not begin to measure up to

critic

lust,

stereo-

garian," and one Indignant mystery writer as quot-

fence.

that

but is

Tribune has described Spillane as an

To get

as crime.

From the simple statement of these

is

paranoiac,

James Sandoe

masochist.

fighting,

muscles,

cess

dangerous

a

Romantic involvement of the detective with any woman, or women, should be frowned upon; while sex should be forbidden to raise its fatal head on the detective's side of the

cannot even

emotions

and police-beat reporters, and roams Manhattan's

into his solutions.

4.

no

the "same things" more artistically.

Deeds of blood and acts of cruelty should not be exploited for their own

The

have

Mr. Cowley further describes Mike

being

Faulkner,

.

sake.

2.

the

and the literary standing, or recumbence, of the novels are several stages beneath the utterly worthless.

ever

intentionally.

and

In

typed,

nothing stop

often

most perplexing to the

Hammer

where

lets

brought to court and

is

tried for his crimes, but he

fact

He

killing,

Several times he

people.

characters

fronn women and abdomen. The other

clothes

attempt to carry

his

in

self-designated task.

the

cupidity, or hatred, the writing

do the work of the police force, do a do it quicker, and do it singlehanded.

vengeful and ruthless

is

out

ripping

shooting them

takes

wholeheartedly

as his personal duty the eliminating of

better job,

who

self-appointed vigilante

a

and worthless bums. that he can

extrennely

is

Is

In

his

criticism of Spillane:

a folk hero

maniac with

a

who

Is

passion

also

for

Such

Sp ane.

is

the

"low-brow

"

writing

of

Mickey

O.UA.

"Antiuai" S^tance

.

.

.

URP A

cluster of ^irls in black attire, a symbo-tj

listical

ing

bogey

School,

laundry

man on or

a

basement

the steps of the

midnight chorale

—

all

are

Tram-j in

indications

the. of!

URP. This

ancient

long before

organization

Jarman Hall or

was

founded'ij

Willie's or soup|^

Throughout the ages thei kept the secret purpos^ of this secret organization a deep mysterious! secret.

Each year in a secret, ritualistic! ceremony, the old secret URP members' whisper to the new secret URP member8< the secret purpose of URP. I in the dining hall.

URP

members have

Throughout the

life

of

the

college,

thaj

spirit of

URP

who

the air out of the tires on Dancel

let

weekends

prevails.

These are

the girlsi

—

just to prove that a sense ofj lurking beneath the black leotard. These are the girls who greased the sides of the swimming pool an! hour before the Green and White Red and White competitive diving contest, and these are the girls who are) responsible for the dead body hanging on the athletic field today the body with the staring, glaring eyes and

humor

is

—

URP

—

tattoo

on each shoulder pad

This year,

URP

— just to

let

you know

that

.

.

.

"URP

is

observing you."

condones Motherhood.

Sippa Kagiua In September, we Sippa Kags were joyously reunited at our old L. C. Alma Mater, where we spent the firsC\ two weeks in the mfirmar>' recuperating from our annual beach party. The party this year was at Sonova Beach, .As the Fall Gush Season rolled around we were enthusiastically ambitious. Yes, we always look forward to thei friendly spirited backbiting, and the sickening sentimentality which is so characteristic of our "Greek Hall." .•\t Christmas we welcomed a visit from our beloved national potentate. Miss B. Onyer Gard, who spoke throughout a luncheon and a dinner in our College Tea Room. Miss Gard spoke on "Endurance."

Our delightful Spring Teas were successful this >ear, and we owe our heartfelt thanks to our gracious alumnae who generously supplied our favors the pledges couldn't have been happier with their mink-lined, diamondstudded sorority hats.

We were especially happy to see our seniors represent the Sippa Kags in such a favorable manner at our annual Matzoth Bail Festival.

Wc are proud of our group President who was recently elected Miss Air Hammer of 1956. Also from our midst, four were chosen honorar\ members in "Who's i

—

Who

We

in the

September

We

Poison Ivy League."

are not the same girls

— we

have grown

in

who came

in

Sippa Kagma.

bid farewell to our Seniors with a tear

in our e>es and a phrase on our lips: ya at the beach, kid."

"See

'("mon

â&#x20AC;&#x201D;

let

me

tell

you

another joke"

'You drive a

'56

What?"

'But, really,

my

it's

'Whadaya mean, hopeless degenerate?"

"Cheers, George"

"S

is

'Night riding

for the

I hi)\t

I

iinpiiU

'v

'

tisscDihlit's

.

.

.

first

â&#x20AC;&#x201D; who,

offense'

me?'

Cycorner

C^Yie (critics IDO and Aeneas, with

by

libretto

baroque opera

a

by

score

nnuslcal

Nahum

W.

the direction of Dr. John

9 and

tive without

made

under

10,

The success

Molnar.

and

These

simplicity of a

scenes

Grecian

un-

appear prom-

a

and

Not only was she

and clear

Not

diction.

formance musically

but her stage

de-

as

sang

performance

hier

ability,

Dido

and the

pathos

dramatic

her

of

ability.

gave

The

and conviction.

vitality

the

spirit

death song, followed by the lovely in

created a

the chorus,

mood

her

in

enough

experienced

and many

parts,

technical surety.

spot

roles

bad dream. ever,

for this

something out of

in

this

The

The

in

malice

without

deliberate

distortion

The laughing choruses are

phonic masterpieces

The orchestra was

if

they are

little

of

by

but

was remarkably good when one considers the

cir-

in

half of

F

in

and

tradition as such.

24,

in

recital,

Longwood

the

Cowles

Jarman Audimarking

the

professor.

Dr.

program consisted of the

W. W. A.

Major by

D Major-K.448 by

Mozart.

Mozart,

During the second

is

a

Although the

from the standpoint

difficult

both men seemed to

well with this music.

the

Bach and the Sonata

F.

phrasing and expression,

works,

The

latter of the

two

charming piece of music.

movement

a

number

of people

were found keeping time with Messrs. Hartley and

sung as written.

weak

first

do very

poly-

spots,

painfully

joint

a

former

Bach work was very

musical line of the solo parts sufficiently reveals the witches'

the

of

Concerto

scene

most

the singers.

vital,

a great

Jesson, to our campus.

a

and interesting music of the opera.

presented

ley

The appearance of the witches, how-

was not so bad as the sound,

Tuesday evening, April

return

of

The witches, a mass of like

musical

English

more recognition

is

torium, Dr. Roy Jesson and Dr. Walter Hart-

the

all

lack

the audience was deprived of some of the subtle

0N

many

The second scene was the weakest

the performance.

in

from

suffered

heaving blackness, looked

rhythmically

Virginia

voices

solo

so

Dido and Aeneas

the

In

certainly deserves

Unfortunately, there were

the opera.

Impeccable

sorrow

strains of

his

of quiet tragedy

Thus, the strong beginning and end offset

weaknesses

combines

that

the choruses,

all

achievement

Dido's

of

song

the

so typically English.

necessary for the success of the opera.

not

speech,

and above

refusal

revealed

Interpretation

in

short work, Purcell

musical form with appropriate dramatic expression,

scene

her

In this

time: the recitative that follows the natural accents

musical

final

of

song

final

Her

equal

with

The

combined the best features of the opera of of

Allen

in-

pleasure for the spectator.

a

their choice of an opera.

statue.

Gay

the

historical

department of music showed excellent judgment

Greek

classic dignity of a

brig.

of

spirit

Regardless of obvious weaknesses, the total per-

only was Miss Clark's per-

satisfying,

portment reflected the

sailors

bowsprit of a

overcame

and

chantey

formance was

her varied dynamics, musical phrasing

in

â&#x20AC;&#x201D; reefed

things

all

accuracy.

conveyed the sympathetic warmth of the blending of music and poetry were

revealed

anaseven-

a

In

It.

rowdy crew of nineteenth century

a

â&#x20AC;&#x201D; of

rollicking

Purcell's

role.

amusing

an

about

thinks

However, the chorus conveyed the

technical control of her part, but her rich voice

quality

presented

scene

sailors'

the

baroque music.

in

teenth century opera about ancient Greece there

performance as

Clark's

was consistently good.

Belinda in

Carolyn

The

to the piano

an authentic harpsichord,

like

chromlsm when one

last

frieze.

gave the opera

Belinda's opening song

beginning.

and

first

were staged with the

scenes.

adorned ising

the

of

effectiveness

Whatever was done

it.

sound

it

indispensable Instrument

of the opera as a whole was brought about by the

beauty

shortcomings of the

of the

spite

In

orchestra the opera would not have been as effec-

and

Tate, was performed by

Longwood College Choir May

the

cumstances.

English

in

Pureed

hHenry

Jesson.

In

both

difficulty

In

toning

his

12

phrasing.

numbers

down

Dr.

his

Hartley had

touch and

in

some

refining

THE COLONNADE After

Variations

On

Theme

a

of

The varied tempos of

Johannes Brahms.

made

men Haydn, Op. two

the

intermission

the

played

by

56b,

this

piece

quite interesting, and both Dr. Jesson and

it

some

Dr. Hartley did

The concert was very pleasing to those present

While

musical presence. fectly

most of the evening,

still

lowed

two schools of

of

the

trend

with the music.

fol-

swaying

in

matter of taste as to which

a

is

Hartley

Dr.

Americans

most

of

It

remained per-

Dr. Jesson

her voice

female,

one would prefer.

"Sabina.

and as the immortal

"

Another audience favorite was

'

"Macbeth

Shakespeare's

of

cussion

as

"

dis-

might

it

have been done by a modern author of whodunits.

A

Twos a Company comedy and drama and

major part of the appeal of

was the

blending of

skillful

of selections by familiar and less well-known writers.

There was a reading to appeal to every represen-

whim or every humor.

tative taste, every

These two gentlemen are to be applauded for

The triumph of the evening, however, was the

remarkable what they did with

sense of informal and direct communication estab-

their efforts, as

it is

only two or three rehearsals together.

Since both

men were known on campus, it is disappointing that more of the student body was not present to hear the concert of two extremely talented pianists,

and

Dr. Jesson

Dr. Hartley.

between the audience and the performers.

lished

Mr. Dekker has appeared pictures,

Fivel

L.

Miss Atwater played a major role

Eden."

production

16,

sented

the

CS\N /

the

Longwood program

final

season, Two's a

Company,

of

offered

dramatic

of

by the

1955-56

the

featuring Mr. Al-

bert Dekker and Miss Edith Atwater.

program

The

varied

theatrical

parent

poised,

relaxed

a

in

can be captured without the use of the elaborate

modern

seems so much

part

a

of

and costumes, these two professional

performers

held

the

for

two

hours.

The

entire

audience

enthralled

evening

of the

nearly

was

a

Miss Atwater

in

the

the

audience's

Among

first

approval

little-

dialogue,

Twain's

between the

first

the

laughter

of

and

applause.

the highlights of the evening were readings

short story,

"The Tell-Tale Heart." full

The

scope of Mr. Dekker's

inconsiderable dramatic talent, and

ticularly well-suited to the his

voice.

latter,

richness

was par-

and expression

Miss Atwater, though both her talent

of

1956,

of the

Jarman

Hall.

in

injected is

a

so

Workman

the distinguished

Longwood

Faculty

The entertaining

production, based on a radio broadcast, was opened

by the

well-known

presenled

announcer,

Wiley,

the

sophisticated

wit

D.

Dr.

master

and

who

Lankford, of

ceremonies,

excellent

stage

Some of company were

presence held the performance together. outstanding

woman immediately won

especially, displayed the

not

appeared

Moss, with

a

May

company

In

Dr.

by Mr. Dekker of Poe's poem, "Annabel Lee" and his

night

professional

the

farcical satire of the relationship

man and

ONE

Adam

form of

it

performance which

inexperienced or non-professional

in

Read by Mr. Dekker and

known work of Mark Twain, "The Diary of

and the Diary of Eve."

personality;

the

Molly

whose reading

first

ap-

is

entertainers.

the

Using only the simplest properties

theatre.

lacking

of

into

experience

was

Dekker-Atwater combination

which

often

projection vitality

Louis

readings

proof of the fact that the true magic of the theatre

production

special

in

The two

Lear."

stage presence and a

versatile

humorous

and

pre-

Artist Series

"King

of

performers'

forceful

April

number of motion

a

in

being the memorable "East of

latest

his

Calhern's

Joann

of

Robert

versatile in her readings of

Witch of Coos

"The

Frost's

her partners,

short of

slightly

fell

was impressively

Thornton Wilder's broadly humorous dialogue

beautiful playing.

and showed the combination

rjnd

with

his

members his

of

moistened

the

missiles.

Dr.

Simkins

aquatic revolver, and Dr. Simonini with "his

magic piano.

The two charming chorus

way into the everyone; Mr. Gresham in baby blue, Miss Nichols danced their

lines

and

hearts of as

usual,

proved himself the darling of the student body.

The high

faculty

spots,

audience hinder the

and

all

in

follies,

with

all

of

its

outstanding

was dampened by an evident lack of

response.

good all,

This

spirits

fact

did

not

seem to

of the performers, though,

the show was a big success.

Pat Walton

â&#x20AC;&#x201D;

&i

oiiemce

111

by

NANCY

BRUBECK

LEE

^^ ELECTIONS

From Don Juan and Other George Gordon, Lord Byron, was

^^)' Poems: resting

flrnnly

up words, and then the

its

station

slim

by the

orangeade hand deftly

that the

straw at an

Without

a

parted

Just

untasting

mouth.

He had been

lips.

fountain; now, hair with a

deep

in

up with

in

the glass

A

same

position

descended

for a

it

A

was empty.

buxom

girl,

the soap suds, and occasionally she a dish

long

Her eyes were

fixed on

meal.

came

a

she jerked

as

her

"I

she

mumbled

apologetically,

hands

off

she

It

girl

way. on

self

very en-

a

deeply.

cigarette inhaling

a

lit

had

sat back, crossed

The

She spoke after

assurance.

guess readin' a book half the night

laughed,

is

"Did you go to college?

fun,

Are

throwing back

draw on the

his

head and then

cigarette.

His eyes were

on her.

and

'Half

glanced at him

half,

"

he said.

"I

did go to colle-^e,

but I'm not a highbrow.

"What you sittin' around readin' a book of poems for, then? Did you know you've been sittin' here five hours?

was hushed out-

you

in

She turned, stood there,

say a

please.'

rhythm to them.

"

And

not once, not one time did

word to anyone, except 'orange-ade, She exclaimed, rubbing her hands vigor-

ously on her greasy apron.

picked up a rag and walked to the door-

quiet.

He

the motion show-

Looking out she saw the deserted streets

peaceful,

I've

"

traffic

danced

and

taking a long

was asleep. The neon signs blinked

endlessly and shadows

The

The

tonight."

"

She squeezed her arms to her sides

was noiseless now.

dull

stared, her eyes fixed on him.

He

and turned back to the counter. side, for the city

was

you a highbrow or something?

out of the corner of her eye and saw that he was not watching.

it

wouldn't say that.

legs

She coughed and

hair,

her abundant figure;

piercing

his

slight southern accent,

his

still

ing

I

she said heartily.

mirror behind the counter she pushed a stray hair

straightened the back of her

saw

stared straight at her; then with

'

off

Looking into the large

the mass of brown ones.

said

I

regaining her

the hot water, jerked a dish rag from the rack and

wiped her arms and hands.

Then for the

head and looked directly

girl

then

She turned

breast pocket. his

joyable time," he said lightly.

"I

saw that she had not been heard.

into

â&#x20AC;&#x201D;

"Oh,

from the water, throwing suds over the counter.

"Hot water,"

his

lowered her eyes.

suds.

turned on the water.

"Damn!" she snapped

off

a case that he

for the first time she

He

took

fingers

She stepped back, her aggressiveness gone, and

placed the entire rack under the faucet and

she

his

as

Reluctantly he

in

deep, mellow voice with a

the drying rack, and dripping suds,

in

And eyes.

slender

within

"You were saying something?"

his

She shrugged her shoulders and turned back

it

His

sensitive

his

deep

he spoke.

the unsociable customer,

to her dishes, lifting the last one from the

She placed

Byron.

time he raised

hesi-

reading.

and placed them carefully

black

and answered. moment's

a

end of the page.

to the

man

Yet, the

silence

without

chuckle issued from

a

rock

a

like

only there wasn't

.

glasses

at her.

which she clanked into a drying rack.

of

And

had taken from

brown

who, unheeding her deliberate noise, continued

.

closed

first

was burrowing elbow-

streak of blond,

stillness .

played at the corners of

smile

came

he

on the scarred table.

the

the

merely raised an eyebrow and

gesture

a

in

minute.

a

mouth and

had come and gone at the soda

People

time.

Slowly

noiselessly

He

tation he continued

waver of an eye from the book the

and settled

finger

a

golden liquid was drawn up through the straw into an

shattered

wasn't startled.

one side of the book, so

angle touched

wasn't meant to be washing

the pleasant tinkling of falling glass.

glass while five supple fingers

into a position at

it

I

the morning."

in

through a plate glass window

with well-kept nails encircled the glass and slowly lifted

dull.

is

Her voice

Dark eyes lapped

The hand automatically returned

turned the page. to

"Life sure

dishes at three

one hand, the other hand

in

fingered a glass of orange-ade.

1 ears

Ill

a,i\

"I

enjoy reading

that's

all.

Some people

read poetry. some gamble; got off from work that pened when

drunk;

hands

hips.

I

14

It

I

I

just

get hap-

stopped by

—

—

THE COLONNADE Then

the library and got a book of Byron's poems.

stopped

I

the

girl

'Please do

he

re-

The

"Carried away with a bool< of poems?

'

teach

quizzed.

"And what

there?"

is

there

like

"Sounds

Interesting, but a

You

elementary.

little

Did you ever read any of

times.

don't think so; they don't

"I

the authors

"Really

here

well,

.

.

.

the names of

tell

one

is

—want

to read it?"

She looked at

her the book.

handed

it,

back.

"You read him

opposite

me," she said

to

it

the

in

herself

settling

backed

straight

something

or

hie

chair,

work

"I

He

In

that's

Good

she

said

names

—the

he

She

window.

empty

from the

glass

She

Stopping

silence

parted

and

said

and

softly,

tears,

In

disappeared

she

turning,

through the doorway. ones,"

sad

she

What

cry.

exthe

NIGHT INTO MORNING

"They

3uld

anyone

be

Continued from page

She grinned and tossed her head.

had

was

just finished

sitting at

the dishes.

the window just

5

was raining.

It

I

waiting and

like this,

"

"We

don't part

escaping from "Shall

"Sure,

his

a

but you could see

it

mouth.

with

went on through the poem.

familiar

poem

he read

it

as

if

Engrossed

he had never read

in

girl.

When

She met

the

before,

it

with a passion of voice as only one

understands can.

who

he had finished he looked

his

gaze, and two tears ap-

peared at the corner of her eye and spread mas-

down

her cheeks.

away

with

chapped hands.

"I'm glad you liked

couldn't stand of the stairs

"Up

It's

it.

my

a

in

think

I

any longer.

was

Something

got

I

I

got mixed up upset

so

I

went to the head

I

and called him and he answered me. waited and honey," he said.

minute,

waited and he

I

still

didn"t come.

Then what hap-

Then what happened?

pened? saying,

it

I

to Kirk?

remember.

can't

I

do?

I

was unravelled,

it

Whatever happened

it.

terrible.

Nell

"That was beautiful," she murmered, and brushed the tears

Yes,

promised

knew he was going

I

Then what did

off.

it

knitting.

she prompted.

"

He had

upstairs.

me somewhere, and

to take to put

he asked.

"

come

waiting for Kirk to

laugh,

sensitive

continue?

I

tears.

in

The man choked

cara

from the

gone.

calling,"

outside.

I

at the

had the wrong

when she reached the door leading into the back room, she turned and looked at the street light

I

mused,

He was

passed the long mirror without a glance.

your boy friend and you.'

hie

I

turned

she

as

I

and walked

it

scarred table and walked over to the counter.

she

tears."

in

make me mean?"

two,

"Well,"

thought

I

he

night."

walked to the door, opened

"Lord, and

Then

12th street.

to the corner past the realm of light.

In

and

silence

ad-

parted

one of those

"They

claimed.

the factory on

in

"When we two

"When we two

asked

she

"

answered.

he

teach,"

don't

I

added,

started reading.

"Oh,

that?

like

picked up the rag and the

those books," she said seriously.

in

He handed

stories?"

his

and jumped up.

to reality

Hey, mister, what do you do? Do you

sort bolts.

Byron was the greatest love story writer of

know,

he

night,

miringly.

"No,

Romance, lovebooks

True

is

They're real good." she answered.

that.

it

literature

could ask what books you read."

"I

"Well,

all

better

came back

girl

some

again

you

see

I'll

offered.

I

carried away."

plied.

Maybe

was

here to buy an orange-ade and

in

is

standing at the door gaping stupidly and

"Need any help?"

Say

Say

it.

Far

away down the

Say

it.

it.

Say

it.

Say

it.

"

favorite.

There was a long silence while each thought over the

poem.

distant

danced.

Outside

noises.

It

it

The

was

lights

was early

in

still

quiet

blinked

except for

and

the morning.

After a while the man rose, picked up

and put

it

under

his

arm.

shadows

his

book

traffic

is

river

in

groping through the

another city the rain.

It

darts this

way and that and, as the lights blink off and on, it moves down bright boulevards and through dark and narrow alleys. Out of the maze of traffic the

THE COLONNADE buses pull into the lanes and deposit their weary

even enough to find the

cargo into the chaos of the

He

station.

The traveling salesman emerges from the

parked everywhere.

buses are

rain;

Somehow

There

in

as he reaches

is

leaving

nothing

but

manages

to see through the line of buses and get

confusion.

strained,

As he

room.

into the waiting

stale

going out

weeps

tear of rain trickles

watch

of the

air

he finds

Finally

the

but

lane,

his

him standing there gazing after

rain

in.

people are thronging

the bus pulls out with a long snort,

it,

lights are

The

city.

finds himself in the

and the

light

artificial

The

salesman

the

he should stand

line

The

vain.

in

about everywhere.

bus, ex-

a

Throngs of people are darting about

hausted.

searches

running

Now and

on.

down

then a

listless

the panes, and people

People

alone.

droplets,

and wasted

it.

the windows of the

in

with

room, suddenly the incredible weariness takes hold

sacrificed

of him again. The strain of

dreams, people who are unloved or think they are

down

at his shoulders,

He

finds a place to set

used

is

in

traveling

to

but tonight

stations,

is

heavy suitcases

his

He

different.

hasn't

body

his

is

Wild

wide-awake stupor.

so tense he couldn't sleep

He makes

his

way his

look strange, huffy

and impatient.

and the

line,

going

ticket

Finally he

agent

"Go

saying,

is

the

"Where?"

The

Not much more time. He sits down on a hard wooden bench, wearily. Throngs of people move and out the doors, through the huge

and

past the

things

to

of

businessmen,

negroes,

children,

waiting

the

that

worst

patiently

and

picture book.

lies

around.

Nobody

will

limp and haggard,

slumber,

his

his

A

people

lies,

appears

it

very

little

girl

room

a

eyes closed his

his

and makes

cases strain the

his

way

aching

risen,

reels;

pretty,

me up

to

sweet,

in-

"

rotten to the core!

going out and the

rain

weeps

despair, the shuddering night sinks

on.

and

rises,

takes

hills

the houses are sleeping

in

lulls

transparent currents

in

the

hills,

over the

with cautious breath.

Out

A

even before the birds have begun to sing. note, then two, the repeated phrase

single

comes the

cities,

realizes

to the door.

all-pervading.

The sleeping

their mind's ear.

that

The birds hear.

and joyous chirping

branches.

their

in

be-

They begin

the whiteness of

people

hear

it

with

They awake with the sweet phrase minds,

and they keep singing

his

suit-

ringing

in

The

suit-

silently,

elaborating the theme. Yellow lights stream kitchen windows,

his

shoulders.

out from the

Which one?

His head

cooking begins.

muscles of

There are so many buses.

am

morning begins, even before the sun has

of the

forsaken

bawling out the

He

bus has been called.

I

of the rising whiteness the sweet mysterious song

young man in

and

river

greasy clothes

and the traveling salesman suddenly cases,

think

am

I

whiteness floats

is

their loud is

with

As if they are standing on no substance, the houses seem to be lifted up into the whiteness where they have floated all night and where they are still floating on the edge of the morning. The

read to her. She doesn't

cheeks sunken and

the loudspeaker

inwardly

fog.

clinging to his limbs.

Now

No!

lights are

through the

All

people

laborers,

Sometimes

a farther corner of the

In

parlor

the with

on a suitcase, gently turning the pages of a

sitting

ask.

looks

crying

are

lights

beer

the

cleaves to the ground.

is to sit with folded hands The traveling salesman waits

hell

throughout eternity.

is

of

and

in

mothers

resigned to waiting, people resigned to resigned to almost anything.

prostitute

The

weeps.

IV

are

Servicemen,

seats.

rain

front

in

Do you

With deep

corridors,

magazines

of

displays

More people

eat.

rows

endless

sleepy

tramps,

the slums.

in

ahead, take me, grab me, hold

light!

nocent?

"

"Atlanta.

in

people

up-

their

in

intellectuals,

vehemence:

the

is

Down

out.

weeping

the

The ticket agent;

next bus.

The

narrow white bed.

he had a chance.

if

houses and

large

in

Grocers

another, to go through a few brief days of combat, and then to be shipped back to meet death in a

in

he

to the ticket counter to find

out when to catch

first in

people

laborers,

people with forsaken

And wounded G. I.'s in the hospitals. A hapless end, to be moved from one monotonous camp to

shivering

for sleep,

apartments,

stairs

slept

uncontrollably with exhaustion, he waits around a state of

unloved or are never sure.

them down. The salesman and crowds and waiting

His blood cold,

four nights.

pulls

back, across his forehead.

his

lives,

Now

he can't concentrate, he cannot help himself 16

the

dew

is

it

and the sound of

dropping with cool freshness and

"

"

the air work,

The Fight

They are

with the song on their minds.

of love,

full

People go by on their way to

clearing.

Is

still

with a desire to nnake amends.

filled

up

Soon they

minds on their work.

Once

the vise of inertia.

in

does not stop of

thing

mer.

Except

most

are

moments,

rare

in

across the sky, closed

may

their path

though

bounds

of

their

motion, a

are

all

shading

And

yet

there

beach towel. elbow,

slowly

on the horizon of the ocean.

to stand

up and get under the shade of

bronzed tan of

the

He moved down When he arrived

love

by

a

his

messages of

at the umbrella,

if

love.

During the night there was an automobile colbut now

all

cleared

is

A

pass heedlessly by.

happy, pass by hand clown

is

my

calico clown

away and two

boy and a

Now Now

hand and

in

might as

down

my

said,

heart.

He

Children of the world, they arise

the

of

ashes

crossing

destruction,

Though they are

of magic water.

away

miles

they

times,

at

come

still

a

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his

muscles jerked

"You

a

crowd?

a

good

mamma

buddy," he

look,

ever teach you that three's

"

By

time Buck was on

this

his

He was

feet also.

in

feet

six

tall

and over and he towered above

the

The boy sneered and opened mouth to make another remark when a brown

The

caught him squarely

the other boy.

wind

sifts

trees

drink

rises

the

hair

the

and over the

faster,

the

of

freshness

trees,

of the

hills

buoyantly.

and through

air

their roots they gurgle

happy

streams of the earth.

Spread over the mountains

in

sunlit

greenness, for a

ing

of

rolling

paint,

beating

the

oppression.

With

a

"You've By

to take

of

hammers,

defiantly

and the

approaches with

sudden heave the world,

monotony

of

the

afternoon,

two

star,

and ninety-two

hundred thousand miles from the

like a

killed

him!

"

He

screamed the

pointing

and,

to the

fell

girl.

a

laugh.

Buck looked at to the

Anyone

Still

laughing

to

he

himself,

through the crowd, none of

hundred

million,

face.

all

of

boy's form,

them ques-

wish to claim the

body?

to stop his monstrous form,

thousand miles from the moon, forty million miles

from the nearest

the

time a crowd had gathered, having heard

tioned with

full

giant grinding stone, turns and spins out into the

cold

this

the loud, harsh voices.

Then, with the splash-

the noon

of derricks,

in

his fist

sand and lay there, motionless.

secrets to the under-

moment they seem

up the song of the morning.

his

said.

million

back

glimpses of their laughter under the lamplight.

The breeze

Buck

got no further, for the other boy was on glaring at him.

silver

the sunlight, crossing silver bridges over

look

silence,

think!

eyes blazed and

"Now

"Didn't your in

sarcastic

thanks and flopped

in

do you

the heck

in

blue

abruptly.

â&#x20AC;&#x201D; Mexico,

shortly.

the

at

moment or two of strained "Hope I'm not intruding."

Buck's

feet,

of

down," said the boy

the refreshing shade.

in

"What

they seem to be not children of the out-

bridges

sit

blond crew-cut bristled

After a

dearest darling.

he has run far away."

China, America.

"This

down."

but he only nodded

reply,

love, is

well

Buck's

sing.

ward eye, but children of the whole world

lakes

love.

in

"Well, since you had to pick this umbrella, you

children

ragged and

girl,

Dance with me, happy clown of my

out

air.

was occupied

it

here a second?" asked Buck.

sit

I

sun really gets a fellow

A

wide shoulders and back.

the beach with a determined

couple who were quite obviously

"Mind

"A

He

one hand

Telegraph wires span the planet sending

present.

lision,

his

an umbrella nearby, and the muscles rippled under

Wide is

bright red

up on

handsome, arrogant face, watching a

his

He moved

past

fly

his

propped

moving

ship

and

selfish

on

sat

was

ham-

was beating hot on Buck's body as

sun

lUv^ he

the

says

drive, they

HE

'

.

they cannot outfly the

be,

limits.

in

set

narrow way.

their

in

be closed

Blackbirds

beauty.

to

blind

will

own accord,

its

The workers keep on; they

law.

MAfJfJ

out of carts, they have

rolling

almost forgotten their original intent as they sef their

MEADE

by

But then, with the splash of paint, the beating of

hammers, and the

elbowed

whom made and stalked

his

a off

way move down

the beach.

nine

Sure hate to spend he muttered.

sun.

17

fifty

cents for an umbrella,"

A Parable 0~ NCE

landed

upon a time, during the season when the was sweet and green, a man and a

ground beneath the wings to

earth

sparrow mysteries

about

walked that

life

in

they

and

As

Suddenly the sparrow stopped him, "Have care!" he

"You have stepped upon

cried.

flower and crushed

and

crushed

matter flower.

earth.

am What

said,

he cried.

"It

is

have

reason

I

merely another

death of useless flowers or to heed the words of stupid bird? for

my own

resting

It

is

death

the two sat and

myself for

I

is

whom

that which

I

in

mused awhile on the

far

He

feet grew very hot.

in

from

fell

spread

his

body

the breeze.

into flames.

little

sparrow

mighty sphere

below saw the

The

the cupped

in

fire

consumed

palm of the mighty hand.

lifted

through space

pool

He

strong

until

bent

felt

he rested his

head

before him, and as he drank of the

body once more grow

beautiful waters he felt his

a

sparrow

a last painful breath, the

the palm of the giant hand.

to the

must worry,

and whole within

He

him.

stretched

wings with a joyous happiness, and he saw that

Then

fear most.

I

his

eyes grew dim with pain, the earth

body being

his

bother about the

to

his

the

As he drew

man, the supreme creature of the

I

Heedlessly the

feet.

with fury until naught was left but the crystal pool

What

"Ah!

his

upward, but they

above him burst

beautiful

flower lay

a

beneath them.

broken

that!"

is

a

on

The man looked down to

and as the bird had

feet,

his

it!"

fly

and floated away

the

understand.

not

did

of

talked

pool before

a

in

man stepped around it and began to walk about on the great new world. And as he walked, the

feathers had

fearful marvel

become

as

snowy white

his his

as the clouds

"Look!" he cried; and as the bird's eyes followed

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the pointing finger, he saw outstretched

forevermore."

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of death.

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"I

for

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in

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me

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bird

upon

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his

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wings,

and

placing

them

flew Into the heavens toward

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at

last

down from

touched

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classify sensations

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