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MADISON CONSOLIDATED SCHOOLS

MADISON, INDIANA

Board of School Trustees

Dr. Robert 0. Zink, President

Dr. William H. Bear, Vice President

Emerson H. Leç, Secretary

John T. Reed

Henry Custer

Charles J. Messmore

Gayle T. Krinq

Dr. Boyd Carter, Superintendent

Daniel T. Waterfill, Principal Madison Consolidated High School

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MCHS COMP CLASSICS The Literary Magazine of Madison Consolidated High School

1971

DISCOVERY

Photo: Rich Lodge

Foreword The seniors of Madison

Consolidated Hioh School take

great pleasure and pride in presenting the thirteenth issue

of COM° CLASSICS. All short stories, essays, and poetry were submitted by the Advanced

Composition classes of Mr.Paul

Siemion,Mrs. Erma Wingham, and Mrs. Sarah C. Smith. Art was provided by senior students of Mr. Lary Chapman. Cover selec-

tior followed the traditional

procedure of an annual contest open to any senior.

The theme "Discovery" of

the 1971 issue emerges repeat-

edly in the students' study of' literature,both contemporary and

classic, and, of' course, in the

lives of the students themselves. Although most do not experience the intensity of awareness of

Willy Loman, King Lear and

countless others, perhaps

Miller, Shakespeare and other

authors are saying, "Here is a happening common to all human

beings."

Cover Elizabeth Brewer

Happy Face

Discovered: One Bird

...Richard Lodge

The little black bird sits on the sandy beach.

en in charcoal suits and striped ties are making their living from the leaky tankers

and leaky derricks and their leaky minds

Would be blown if they only knee.

For the little black bird isn't really little and black;

The oil just makes him little and black.

The beach isn't sandy either; It's just black and slimy with

oil scum.

But America must thrive; machines must function; money must pour in and out.

If I could only put the bird into the charcoal suit and striped tie,

And make the men just little black men sitting on a once, but never again sandy beach...

I could smile.

As I vigorously smeared the pink greasy cold cream on his face, this amateur actor firmly demanded,"What do you think you're doing? I don't want that stuff all over me!

"But I have to, Hank. You'll never get the other make-up off. Okay?"

"Okay, okay, but keep it out of

my eyes." The dark brown grease paint went

on with much less protest, but the eyeliner was a different story.

"You're poking my eyes out!" "1Q811, if you would keep your

eyes closed, maybe I could do some-thing about it. And if you would sit there calmly, this wouldn't be bad at all."

"How can I sit calmly when you're poking me with that stupid pencil?"

"All right." As I advanced toward him with powder-puff in hand, he squinted his eyes and wrinkled his face. The moment that I began patting his face he screached, "So you're trying to choke me to death now. What did I ever do to you?"

"I don't think you would notice quite so much if you would keep your mouth shut and hold your breath, Hank."

He hastily tore off the ragged make-up shirt, sighed, and grinned, "How do I look?"

.,.Pam Witty

Discovery There was a boy of sixteen who

was a very average person--in appear- ance only. On this particular morn- ing that I observed him, he was walk-ing, doing nothing but ambling and occasionally looking right and then left. Many things were going on around him and once in awhile he would stop and listen. Then a bird flew over his head and he looked up.I heard him siqh and say, "God, I love your world." Suddenly, I was happy.

...Carol Baker

Revelation

—Billy Wilkerson

To seek the lost is to gain the most To discover the new is to refresh the old

To sing a song is to live a life To lauoh is to love

To do is to accomplish To work is to have dionity

To exist is nothing.

My Discovery ...Patti Dwyer

Who is that person standing over there?

With long hair brown and golden, Whose eyes seem lost in wonderment

To the surrounding world, Whose hands reach out pleading for direction,

Whose stationary feet fear what is to be tread. Who is that person standing over there?

I'm not quite sure, but... It's my reflection

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Who Is Man ? ...Mike Modiseft

Who is man? A universal question,

Can be answered by investigation.

He leaves his environment squalid;

He forgets the peace for something solid;

He tears down nature's unmatched freshness--

He's killed for nothing and fought wars for less;

When one needs help he keeps his door shut.

The question is not who is man, but what.

Prayer

...Pan, Schanding

Lord,

In this vast world filled with illusion

One may lose himself in the confusion.

Unless he stops and uses his mind,

-,is sole purpose in life may go undefined.

He must do the best for himself alone

For he must reap what he has sown;

Following in the footsteps of THEE

One comes near to self discovery.

Philosophy

...Linda Burg

What is eternal?

A soul embodied,

A mind enveloping the past

Jith memories pleasant.

And now, the body discontinues

rowino

But the soul and mind

a

d V a to life beyond.

And, with each experience,

{he soul becomes a different

P • .e. •r. .s. .0. .n.

New Day ...Janet Colegrove

The morning was bright, The day anew.

Birds af'light

throuh the sky so blue. A picture of perfection

Is God's creation.

A Mother's Love ...Diane Harsin

She holds my hand gently as if I were a small child; She still can't visualize my life has changed.

Unly yesterday she saw me with my first doll

Or bringing home my first puppy.

Now, I'm leaving home,

Only to be the kind of person she wants me to be.

Yes, I've changed as time does,

But a mother never does, nor her love.

Experience of a Young Man The most important day of my

life was the first day I went to school. Lying peacefully content-

ed in my modest bed ten years ago, I slept soundly as I had always

done. "Get up! You'll be late for school!" screamed my mother.

Little did I know these words would haunt me for years to follow.

Rushing around the house,

I finally readied myself for the

big event. I was a first grader! Waiting at the bus stop, I peered at the ominous yellow monster

barrelling down the road to enaulf

me. Five days a week, nine months

a year, this creature would arrive

like clockwork to swallow me,

along with sixty-five of my

comrades. At last, we arrived at this

complex called "school." It was incredible! The buildings were

all interlinked, with each section

being larger than I dreamed pos-

sible. After many traumatic and always embarrassing incidents of

finding myself in the wrong room,

I slowly learned my way around.

Then we met our teacher. I soon found out that Freud was

certainly right about the "mother

substitutes." After addressing my teacher as "Mom" half-a-dozen times

and being laughed out of class repeatedly, I managed to learn my

instructor's name.

After getting into rather

violent disagreements with some of

my contemporaries on vital issues

of the day (e.g. who takes his turn

at the slide, etc.),I learned that recess was not always an enjoyable experience.

Stumbling wearily off the bus,

I trod home with great misgivings

about this societal institution known as "school."

—Bruce Robbins

A Discovery

The four boys who had always done everything together were "at it" again. The car was parked on a lonely, little used country road. Joe, John, Jack, and Jeff were seated in the car, talking, putting off the thing that was coming. Jack finally reached into the console and pulled out four cigarettes...peculiar cigarettes. At this act Joe felt his stomach do a summersault, and he actually felt afraid. As he watched Jack light up, he wondered at this fear. Joe knew everybody did it, and experimentina wasn't that bad. The glowing tip was passed to John, and Joe began to sense the pungent aroma. As the smoke wreathed around Jack's head and the pinpoint of light made another are to Jeff, Joe found himself wondering whether he would go through with the scheme. As Jeff drew his lungs full of smoke, Joe could not help wondering what his parents would say if he were caught. It was now the critical moment. Jeff's hand was outstretched toward Joe and the sputtering tip was under his face. Joe opened the car door, got out. and walked to town with his head hung. The group had been broken.

Incident

A ten o'clock sun burned through the hazy August sky. The long haired youth tucked his writing pad under his arm and shoved the small stub of his pencil into the pocket of his frayed and faded blue jeans. He took a deep breath and one last look at the sea before turning back toward Province-town.

Pushed and shoved by the hurrying tourists, he walked along the street. Cars beeped and drivers cursed the crooked narrow streets of this Cape Cod village. Sidewalk artists peddled their wares; children begged for some cotton candy; fathers jumped about madly with light meters on expensive Japanese cameras; mothers tried on sun-glasses, bought cheap souvenirs and screamed at their children.

His eyes searched the people's faces as they brushed past. He caught the eye of a young child and smiled. The child flashed a peace sign and smiled. A teenage girl with her family smiled shyly at him. Her father suddenly grabbed her arm and roughly jerked her closer, muttering something about a long haired hippie.

The boy's smile faded; he turned shaking and began running. His bare feet burfled from the not tar road. He ran faster and faster from the stench of civilization: the car fumes, the cigarettes, the suntan lotions.

breathless, he reached the lonely oeach. He stood quietly digging his toes deeper and deeper, searching out the comfort of the warm sand and the ceaseless roar of the waves.

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...Karen Jeffrey

p A K

E s Vacation Thoughts, from a Broad

...Linda Riley

(Apologies to Dir. Browning)

Oh, to be in Florida

Now that Easter's there, And whoever wakes in Florida sees, some morning, unaware,

That the blazing sun and the cloudless sky make darkly bronzed skin and burning eyes,

While the life guard yells from his stilt-like pe in Florida--now!

Finance ...Suzi Komlosi

(Apologies to Mr. Browning again)

Fear finals?--to feel the lump in my throat,

The sweat on my face, When the spring begins, and the grades denote

I am nearing the place, The power of the teachers, the press of my dad,

The post of the foe; Where it stands, the Arch Finals are bad,

Yet the strong student must go; For the year is done and the credits attained

And the scholar stands tall, Though a student is to study ere the knowledge be gained,

The reward of it all. I ever did study, so--study one more,

The best and the last! I would hate that failing bandaged my eyes, and forebore

And bade me creep past.

Stopping in a Patting Lot —Bill Davee

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Whose parking lot this is, I do not know;

My car is stuck and will not go. The tow truck will be here anyway

To pull out others gone astray. As I stand looking at the muck,

The daring wrecker now gets stuck.

Graduation Day

Thulcandra took a seat next to his friend Augray and together they waited with oreat anxiety for today

was the day they had long awaited. Today marked the end of three long

years of training, and in just a short time, Thulcandra would take

his final oath and draw his assign-ment as a missionary. Suddenly,

a hush fell across the room and a large, dignified being rose from his chair, faced the graduating

class and said, "Raise your middle

hand and repeat after me....'

Thulcandra was so excited he could hardly hear the oath above the pounding of his hearts. Upon completing his oath, Thulcandra was

handed an envelope containing his

first assignment as a missionary. He was so excited he could hardly

open it, and his thumbs seemed to

be all fingers! Suddenly, Thul- candra's excitement changed to horror. He could hardly believe his eye for he had received the

assignment he had most dreaded. It was an assignment that the missionaries of Jupiter wished upon

no one. Thulcandra was to be sent to a place where the inhabitants were cruel, savage, uncivilized and human.

Slowly and disbelievinqly, Thulcandra turned and made his way tC) the living quarters where he

readied for his trip to Earth.

Nightmare

It was coming toward me! The monster was a huge

creature, as large as a man,

and it had a needle on the

end of one hairy arm and a fearsome pair of metal fingers

on the other.

I made a mad dash to es-cape, but to no avail- With all my strength, I fought

the creature but with tre-

mendous power, it dragged

me feet first into its den. There, I was strapped into a chair, where I had no chance

for escape. I pleaded for mercy, but the fiendish thino only grinned. In a blinding flash, it hit me

in the mouth with a needle-ooined hand and i found my

mouth deadened. The monster hit me cocin, and this time jben i drew back, there was

sDmethinO bloody between the metal fingers.

But it was all over now. The der-:ist had finally pulled my tooth.

...Rodney Graves

...Tim Graham

Pa and The Miracle Salve ...Debbie Bulter

A traveling salesman came to town; He sold all-purpose salve.

Pa heard about the stuff and said, 'Twas something he must have.

Its price was only fifty cents Which wasn't much to pay.

Applied to any kind of wound,

It healed without delay.

But the 'coon and the dog sailed out so fast Pa's plan was doomed to fail.

The axe came down with a wicked slash-- And chopped off Rover's tail.

Pa picked him up and took him home; His waggino end was gone. Pa rubbed some salve upon the stump--

The tail grew right back on!

Now, Pa went hunting 'coons one night, Now, Pa was no fool; And took our old hound dog, He went back to the woods where the tail lay Who spied a 'coon and chased the beast by the log. Into a hollow lop. He rubbed some salve upon the tail;

There grew another dog! "Aha," said Pa, "I've got him now; That 'coon's as good as dead.

When he comes out the other end I'll chop off his head."

It wasn't quite as good a dog;

It had no tag or collar; But then you can't expect too much,

For only half a dollar!

Fight of the Kings

...Becki Bundy

They fought one night in a big padded ring

These two men who called themselves king.

For what they were fighting so bravely and bold

Was two-and-a-half million dollars, I'm told.

The big one boasted and told of his luck, But the little one was well-known for his pluck.

He was told he was slow and flat-footed, too

And would end up battered black and blue!

The big one was hit with a powerful punch

That swelled his jaw with a jarring crunch. And when his knees buckled and swayed, His dreams of winning began to fade.

This is a story of two men at play

And the crushing fall of the great Cassius Clay.

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It's a Small World "ommy, IY!Ommy, look what I

found!" cried Dennis.

"Shut the door and wipe your Feet off first," came the

reply from the kitchen.

After a brief interval followed by a click and another

few seconds, Dennis burst into

the kitchen. "Did you wipe your feet

off?' "Au, Mom." "Well, did you?"

"Not exactly, but look

what I found! "Wipe your feet off." "Okay, okay, but hold this

while I do."

"Ahh! A frog! "Sure, 'om, that's what I

found, or caught should I say.

He was just sittin' there in

Harold's sewer, so me and Frankie snuk up behind him

and..."

"Get that stinking frog

out of my kitchen."

"Why?" came the wailing

plea. "Don't argue with me Dennis

Fredrich! Dennis proceeded to take

his new found treasure out,but the frog, having a mind of his

own, as most frogs do, decided to stay and sprang headlong into the pan of jello sitting

on the table corner.

"Oh, for heaven's sakes,

catch him!" shrieked the

exasperated parent. The frog,finding the jello

didn't quite suit his taste, splattered onto the floor.

Dennis's lunge was fruitless, as the frog, lubricated with

cherry jello, slivered away. A

merry chase ensued.

"Get that frog or else." "Or else what, Mommy?"

"Never mind, just get that da ... durn frog out of here."

"There he is in the corner."

"Grab him, quick! "Now he's under the table,

there he goes, he's under the

counter! After a few lunges made in

a desperate attempt to catch him,

the frog tired of the silly game and ducked under the couch in the next room.

Dennis's hand shot under

the sofa.

"Heh! I got something."

"Look what I found, my base- ball, oh boy, I couldn't find that for anything, ya know what

I was..."

"I don't know what you was but you're going to be sorry in about thirty seconds."

An arm slid under the couch and out came the frog.

"Now take him back and when you get home young man, we've got some talking to do."

The door slammed.

"That boy," sighed the moth-

er as she turned the corner. Ten minutes later the door

slammed again.

"Heh, mom, look what I got!

"Did you wipe your feet off?"

"Sut Iom, look, a black kitty cat with a white stripe down its back."

...Debbie Grimsley

Lonely ...Peggy Garrett

Lonely is playing alone in your sandbox,

And being the only kid on your block.

Lonely is not bavino a big brother, Or even a baby sister.

Lonely is walking by yourself on the seashore,

And hearing waves hitting against the rocks. Lonely is walking by a kennel,

And not having a puppy.

Lonely is the saddest thing to happen to anyone.

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Color Me Gray I closed the heavy storm door

behind me as I searched the late

afternoon sky for signs of snow, but the clouds were only the dirty gray

puffs of winter. The overcast sky and the chilling wind matched my mood

as I watched life dead or dying all around me.

Trippino occasionally, I trudged

through the rotting growth that had been last summer's wheat crop. Soon,

I stumbled over a kildeer's nest with

only fragments of the brown spotted

eggs left. Nearby where the dry grass had been ripped from the ground re-

mained a few brown and gold feathers,

which revealed a struggle and death. The hollow clanging of the maypoles

and the shrill squealing of the swings

soon reached my ears. The laughter of

children was conspicuously absent as the chillbreezerompedacross the play-

around. Playfully, the wind nudged a leaf across the asphalt and left it at

my feet. It was brillianb red deepen-ing to wine at the stem and accented

with veins of orange and yellow. I

stooped to pick it up; it crackled dryly and then crumbled. The wind came

again--colder this time--and blew the pieces away as I turned slowly and

started home.

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Winning Jimmy's lips pinched together

and his eyes grew stormy as his

Friend Johnny drew the next to the last card from his hand, leav-

ing him with the Old maid. Jimmy

jumped to his feet, threw down his card and yelled,"You cheated."

He stormed out of the room, kick-

ing the door on the way out, then ran to the playroom where his

little sister was building a house with colored blocks. With

all his five-year-old strength

Jim sent the blocks flying to all

corners of the room. The girl

screamed her anger as Jimmy stum-bled toward the door, half blind-ed by his tears of defeat. He es-

caped from the house and headed

toward the nearby woods, his fav-

orite playground. He ran, his short legs churning as fast as

they could go, until he fell ex-hausted beneath a huge magnolia

tree. After resting a moment, he began to climb. Limb by limb, he

conquered the tree, finally reach-

ing the top. Sitting there, look-ing down on the world, he felt

free and unconquerable.

...Sharon Kring

Murder, Anyone

I finally made up my mind. Murder

was the only solution! I picked up the pbone,called the "underground," and made

the arrangements. The "underground" guar-

anteed permanent extermination between

the ho.jrs of 9:00 and 10:00. As a cover-

up, I knew that I would have to be seen

at the Club for a legitimate alibi. I left the office and went home.IYly

wife, Ellen met me at the door with a

kiss, and was as sweet as always. It was

really hard to believe that Ellen would stoop so low as to have an affair with my

best Friend. I had to see it for myself

to believe the rumors that had been circulating.

He had been coming over for the past two months on the daysthat I worked and had been parking his car in my

garage. Bob and Ellen were always good

friends, but I never thought that they were such close friends.

'1y mind fought a hard battle with my conscience. 'Even though I loved Ellen, I could never forgive her for what she had done. A divorce would never work because of my business and because of my

social prestige. So, murder was the only way out.

Friday came along very quickly. I

came home from work and ate dinner. At

about 7:00 p.m., I told Ellen that I was

going to the Club. She looked upset,

for some reason, and told me she had a

surprise for me. I kissed her 000dbye

for the final time and told her to hold

the surprise until I mot home. She

dejectedly agreed, and I headed to the

Club. I was really beside myself when I

had two or eight drinks, as I sat and watched the time go by. I glanced at the doorway and happened to see Bob coming

in. He and I often came to the Club to

play cards. Although I hated him now, I

pretended to be his best friend, because I wanted no one to have the slightest

inclination of suspicion after the crime was committed.

Bob came over, all in smiles, and

said, "How'd ya like the stereo?"

I looked at him quizzically. "What stereo?" I asked.

"You mean Ellen,didn't show it to you? Well. I miqht as well go ahead and tell you since you already know. Ellen bought a stereo about two months ago because she knew that you've always wanted one, but couldn't afford it. She

bought it in a kit and I assembled it.

I finished today and she was supposed to surprise you with it tonight."

iy heart fluttered as I quickly

focused my eyes on the clock. It was 9:40 p.m.

...Jon Canida

Vacation

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When days are sunny and niahts are warm,

We're going on vacation. It won't be anywhere really great,

Just some new location.

Maybe Texas, Maine, or Mexico,

We're not really sure

'Cause all have a different view Of places we should tour.

One thing we all agree upon

Is that we should have fun. Our vacation, no matter where we go,

Will be a memorable one!

Life Life —Bev Knpli

Where did I come from?

Why am I here?

What am I to accomplish?

Liestions:

Asked by the mind,

Needed by the soul, Sought by the body.

Life!

Graduation —Esmin Weinberg

We sit in lona rows, And as the smiles come

Arranged by our size;

To the Papas and Mamas,

Awaitina the moment

We rise to the front

When we all shall rise. To receive our diplomas.

The class president rises

Then Daddy gets out

He gives a long speech, His camera to flash,

About our school days

Before we all go

And a peak we have reached. To our last Senior bash.

Knowing

Mortal Souls R Lost ...Donna Hoskins ...Jane Staub

Time passes

Ares and Bellona People grow old

Quarrel and scrap They only gain

Mortal souls r lost By what they know.

But who profits They main in death

From this struggle What they cannot see

What for r souls lost And all they know

Is eternity. Ares and Bellona

Quarrel and scrap

fYlortel souls r lost

Raven chooses to Snow flakes contemplate me, Come, wants more. And I, them. Mortal souls r lost.

...BiII Finch

The Last Day ...Ken W. Guthrie

Death is very near;

The Bombs will strike Before tonioht.

Soon the world will disappear.

The world's end has come;

The precious life is cone. Of what we live so lonc,

We're the last to see the sun.

We will try to be brave and bold,

But I was afraid Of this Judgement Day Because space is so dark and cold.

I lie being cooled by it;

Is it really the sun?

Turning over, my face is

I wonder if it is

Tickled by the grass. Just a yellow balloon.

...Janelle Hargesheimer ...Lynn Stealy

If You Should Speak ...Tom Pommerehn

If you should speak, but I do not answer, If you prick my flesh and I do not flinch,

If you touch me and my naked body is cold,

Then pass me by my brother, for My soul has gone in search of heaven or hell.

If I should speak, but you cannot hear me,

If I prick your flesh and you do not flinch,

If I touch you and my spine runs with a cold tinole,

Then I will pass you by my brother, Maybe to meet your soul in search of heaven or hell.

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Books — Keep Dry —Marilyn Morgan

Books - keep dry, Please don't get wet,

The students would cry,

And the teachers regret.

Books - keep dry, Don't stay in the rain,

People will die, But books will remain.

Saturday morning, Lawnmowers Waking the day.

...Claire Stewart

..Rob Houston

When I was five And all things seemed well and alive,

The weather was never cold, Even when the year was twelve months old.

Reaching ten and two months old,

I became ever so bold

As to forget my name,

And to others, I did the same.

Seventeen now and moving on, •

I know not what lies beyond. I'm feeling, at the time, a little less bold, Because now the months are revealing the cold.

My cat. Staring at the little bird

In the Cage.

...Debra Wade

"Do snails ever," Spring is when flowers bloom She asked, Behind my house. "Leave their house?"

...Becki Custer ..Trisha Harper

Memory

...Karen O'Neill

It was a big beautiful meadow With small yellow flowers and

big beautiful shade trees scattered here and there,

And all arQund for as far as man's eye could see, there was tall green grass growing everywhere.

There was a cool breeze that made the flowers dance about, and the green grass sway to and fro.

So I sat there and wondered a while more, why does the willow bend so low?

Then I started lauahinq and rolled down a small hill within the oreen,creen crass.

And when I landed I lay there starina at the bright blue sky through air clear as glass;

Well, this is a part of my country where the air is fresh and clean,

Yes, a part of the country Only Cod and I have seen.

Runninq down the hill I catch hold of trees To slow me down.

...Angela Stephan

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As I lay within it The meadow unfolds before me.

_Karen O'Neill

Tomorrow is the first day Of the rest of your life.

-Damon Welch

The night is dark.

Tremblino, I run.

-.John Konkle

Don't bother me. The hall is empty.

Meditating. I am late.

-Beau Staley -Jack Beavers

Hitting, Smashing, Running. The night is dark.

Pro football on Sunday. One can feel danger.

...Bill Bradley -Roger Allen

The gift-- A single flower. Cherished a thousand times.

-Marlene Cosby

The wind was like

The moon.

An old man

Just another place

Breathing. For litter.

...Dennis Holt ...Stan Perry

Is this a monster, a stranger, My puppy's eyes look sad

A friend?

As I leave.

A teacher.

...Mary Jo McClelland

Elaine Perkinson

The dog lay asleep

The sun comes up;

Dreaming of his world. The night has died again.

Darrick Hersey - Andrew McLaughlin

Everyone has gone

But me And the surroundings.

...Janice Scully

Soldier It is mid. A lot of soliders

sit around in orouns to keep warm, but not me. I'm scared! Just

a few hours amo most of these oujs were stalking the jungles

outside my fire-base shootinq at

US. It was all hard to comprehend. Everyone just sits around in qroups

waitinri, but waiting for what?

Just look at me! Here I am, nine-

teen, a corporal in the United States Marines and I can't

fijure out what is goinm on! Why won't these guys answer m?

ouess the best thing to do is sit and wait. Just about ten

yards toward the right sits a youno man in a uniform that is

clearly marked the dress of a

North Vietnamese regular. Why aren't we killinq each other?

I know that it would be use-

less. Don't ask me why I think

that way, but I do. Here comes

someone I know, Sergeant Miller. But it can't be. He was killed two months ago in a bombing

in Saigon! Why can't he hear me yell to

him? What's going on! For Cod's

sake, won't someone tell me? He must have heard me. "Ser-

oant 1iller, what's ooinq on? Why are we all here together?

The Viet Cono, Serqeant Miller, they're all around us! Help me,

Seroeant! "Corporal, we're all here

for a good reason. The war's over for you and these men.

Think, Corporal, of what happened to you." He spoke calmly, but it

frightened me somewhat.

I've got to think! What does the Seroeant mean by what he

said? What did happen to me?

Suddenly.. .1 seemed to remember.

The sun was low over the jungle, and the Viet Cong charmed our fire-base, coming out

of the brioht red sun of Death.

I had joined Eternity.

Danny Robbins

Best Bike It now sits behind the

house, almost forgotten and seldomly used. Al- though used very little, it still recalls many memorable rides. This loved possession is my nine-year old bicycle, which I acquired in a contest in the summer of 1961. Then, it was a very beautiful red bike that was the fastest around, It took me any place I

Calpurnia

When Scout and Jem Finch were young, their mother died. Although Atticus, their father, was a very capable parent, a female's help was also needed.

This role was provided by Calpurnia, the Negro cook and general "manager," who had been with the Finches since the children were little.

Little physical description wanted to go. On bike is given, except that she hikes, over trails, and was all angles and bones, and up and down Hatcher Hill, my trusty bike would

she was near-sighted. Scout also said that Cal had a hand

obey my slightest whim as wide as a bed slat and twice without objection, as hard, showing she was quite

As the years passed, my bicycle continued to

a disciplinarian!

Cal treated the children be the "best bike around"-- like her own. She was very never causing any trouble understanding of Jem as he grew to its proud owner. It and wished to be left by him- performed many services self. To Scout, she was to the neighborhood comforting when the little girl kids without as much as couldn't understand Jem's sudden a complaint. growth.

As time progressed, its "beauty" wore off, and I took great pride

Tolerance was an outstanding trait the children learned

from Calpurnia. She realized in giving it a new life people's differences and with a paint job. Aoain, accepted them for what I was the sole master of they were. She knew, for a great "new" bicycle. instance, that Walter It still obeyed my every Cunningham had been reared in wish, but the time a different kind of environment came eventually when I and lectured the children was "too old to ride when they were tempted to bicycles." Sure, I laugh at the boy. still rode my bike once Cook, nurse, "substitute in a while, but pride mother"--Cal was a welcome was no longer present. family member. But, if I never ride her again, I will always remember "the best bike around."

.- Sherry Anderson

... Terry Fisher

An Ambiguous Enemy - Richard Rankin

He, she, it is wrong,

You, we, they are wronq,

Or is it really me that's i*jrono,

For I don't really know.

Think of all the things I said,

Did I really know?

What I said can't be wrono, For I don't really know.

What seems to be a constant ficht. For what I think is really right?

Is one's self a constant. foe,

For I don't really know!

I am Now in Heaven

I am now in heaven

ihere nobody breathes or dies, But down on earth where sHre is dirt

The silly man does lie.

He has sucked the beauty from his xcrlj And Fought in foolish ways. Doesn't he have it rouoh

Until his dyino day?

To be down there

Or be up here.

The choice was mine to make.

The question is settled,

Miles Pritchard

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A final bell

Ends the day!

Cycle - Linda Hereford

And the sky allows the mist--to return

to the Earth as rain

to nurture the trees That enrich the Earth

birds---animals---flowers Complete their own cycle

Still High over Earth

fills the sky.

Spring Rain - Elizabeth Brewer

I hear the rain; it drums on roofs of houses where none is awake.

The downspouts flow without obstruction; No thunder mars the peace and calm.

It cleanses all that it may touch, The buds of spring and man's pollution.

The sun breaks through the far horizon Revealing new untainted scenes.

A Spring Conversation — Sue Leatherbury

huddling together spinning jackstones the children on the oak floor

our five year old yelling

ballerinas! catchino the red

ball his face flushed the fireplace roaring pines outside green in the melting snow fingers dancing you edge a little closer.

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The Seed — Matt Demaree

A seed is planted. It takes sprout and grows To a full bloom. Near the end of its time It becomes shriveled and Brown and then dies. Limply lying on the ground, It lies rotting from now to then.