The Phi Kappa Tau Fraternity Founded at Miami University, Oxford, Ohio, March 17, 1906

Founders Taylor A. Borradaile, Lewis Apartments, Apl. 4. 2214 S.

Kanawha Sl., Beckley, W. Va .. 25801 ; Dwight I. Douglass; Will iam H. Shideler ; Clinton D. Boyd.

National Officers NATIONAL PRESIDENT - Ray A. Clarke. 2201 Riverside

Dr., Valdosta. Georgia 31601. NATIONAL VICE PRESIDENT - Edward A. Marye, Jr., 50

Broadway, MI. Sterling, Ky., 40353.

EDUCATIONAL DIRECTOR - Robert 0 . Elder, 1112 Col­lington Dr .. Cary. N.C. 27511.

HOUSING AND FINANCIAL ADVISER - F. L. McKinley, Suite 3700. 60 East 42nd Sl., New York, N. Y. 1001 7.

NATIONAL CHAPLAIN - Rev .. Frederick J. Johnson. 620 W. 19th Sl. , Pueblo. Colo. 81003.

NATIONAL PRESIDENT-EMERITUS - Roland Maxwell. 628 Mutual Savings Bldg., Pasadena, Calif. 91 101 .

The National Council F. L. McKinley, Suite 3700, 60 East42nd Sl. , New York, N.Y.

1001 7.

Robert W. Hampton, Better Business Bureau of Greater Milwaukee, 174 W. Wisconsin Ave .. Milwaukee. Wise. 53203.

Thomas C. Cunningham, Manager, Corporate Headquarters Personnel, Xerox Corporation , Stamford. Connecticut 06904.

Robert D. Leatherman, 627 C Sl. . Washington, D.C. 20002

Jim K. Heilmeier, 2649 Hawthorne Rd., Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio 44221 .

Thomas L. Stennis II, P.O. Box 10, Gulfport, Miss. 39501 .

Thomas E. Hendricks, 5723 Memphis Sl. , New Orleans, La. 70124.

James P: Triana, 814 N. Main Sl. , New Lexington, Ohio 43764.

The Executive Offices 15 North Campus Avenue, Oxford, Ohio 45056.

Telephone 513·523-4193 EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR - Will iam D. Jenkins. DIRECTOR OF PROGRAMMING -John F. Mankopf. CHAPTER CONSULTANTS- Jeffrey L. Rivard, David C.

Loewer.

The Phi Kappa Tau Foundation CHAIRMAN OF THE BOARD- Ewing T. Boles, 720 Atlas

Bldg., 8 East long Sl. , Columbus, Ohio 43215.

PRESIDENT - Raymond A. Bichimer, 50 W. Broad, Colum­bus, Ohio 43215.

VICE PRESIDENT - Paul A. Ellers, P. 0 . Box 237, Marshall· town, Ia. 50158.

VICE PRESIDENT - F. R. Fletemeyer, P. 0 . Box 316, Spring Lake, Mich . 49456.

TREASURER - Harold N. Wilson, 2567 Farleigh Rd .. Co­lumbus, Oh io 43221 .

SECRETARY AND LEGAL COUNSEL- Raymond A. Bichi· mer, 50 W. Broad, Columbus, Ohio 43215.

THE LAUREL of Phi Kappa Tau An Educational Journal

Volume 63, No. 2 Winter 1975 Published quarterly (Fall • Winter · Spring · Summer) by the Phi Kappa Tau Fraternity at 15 N. Campus Ave., Oxford, Ohio. Second class postage paid at Oxford, Ohio , and at additional mailing offices.

Editorial and Business Offices 15 North Campus Avenue, Oxford, Ohio 45056

Telephone 513-523·4193

Editor Tarrance E. Leaman Business Manager William D. Jenkins Member: The College Fraternity Editors Association

Postmaster: Please send notice of undeliverable copies on

Form 3576 to: THE LAUREL of Phi Kappa Tau

15 North Campus Avenue

Oxford, Ohio 45056

THE LAUREL is the exoteric publication of The Phi Kappa

Tau Fraternity. Published prior to 1919 as Sidelights . A

quarterly magazine devoted to educational materials con·

cernlng college and fratern ity interests published under di·

rectlon and authority of the National Council of The Phi

Kappa Tau Fraternity.

Editor's Note In this issue of The Laurel we present the creative efforts of Phi Tau alumni and undergraduates. It really represents a milestone in that the Fraternity's publication no longer is strictly an historical " record" of the past quarter. It can be that, of course, but The Laurel should also be an entertaining, interesting, appealing, readable magazine reflecting its readers 100 per cent.

When we first set out to do this artistic issue, I was somewhat skeptical, fearing that not enough Phi Taus would respond to our "call for copy." I was wrong. Dead wrong. We were buried with material - short stories, poems, articles, photos, and drawings.

Regretfully, space did not permit running all of the literary works we received. Nor all of the photos and drawings. But we were encouraged enough to want to make this artistic Laurel an annual thing.

A special thanks is due to all of the contributors to this Winter '75 issue. Your efforts are superb, and it's been my pleasure to work with them in producing this publication, an issue which was in the hands of its readers.

T.E.L.

L. R. Ulrich Wright State Colony

MERGIRL In times of yore, he would have been a king.

He sat on the soft white sand gazing out across the rolling combers. Closer in shore, wavelets raced up the gentle grade, their forward edges leaving a scalloped, foamy line a few feet below his toes. Although the sky was clear and blue, and a bright warm sun made him squint against its glare, the beach was sparsely attended.

Behind him, the land was dying. Glancing up, he saw, imprinted on

the sky, a flock of sea gulls wheeling and squalling, the large form of a peli­can off to one side. Then, as suddenly as tt;ey had appeared, the birds were swallowed up in the vast shimmering expanse.

The sound of impatient horns reached him from the distant cause­way.

He saw the tips of the shadows be­fore the feet to which they were at­tached. Leaping at right angles, their dark leg parts fishtailed over the small hummocks created by backsliding walkers. The first set of ankles he saw, set below molded calves, were exquis­itely trim , and his breath caught. His gaze skipped upward past boyish hips and young breasts, encased in some­thing green, to a slightly sullen face. Long dark hair, in which trapped salt crystals sparkled like diamonds, undu­lated beyond the line of tawny shoul­ders , ribbons of seaweed twined among the strands . Her companion was a more mature image of herself.

" If girls are copies of their mothers", he thought, wishing he were ten years younger; then glad he wasn 't, because that would have made him too callow to appreciate her loveliness.

"Excuse me", said the woman, her uncertainty creating the pause, " sir. We're looking for- . Please, could you tell us-?"

Her words were lost in the breaking waves, yet strangely seemed of them. The roaring in his ears proclaimed that much. The screams from the plunging roller coaster were from a world apart.

" I don 't know", he said , embar­rassed , stumbling , awkwardly as a heron, to his feet.

"Mother, please, he doesn't know", the girl said, her voice a song enchant­ing him.

" I thought. " The woman seemed un­sure , gazing vaguely about her, long­ingly toward the sea. "Aren 't you?"

" I don't quite understand", he said , apologetic .

" It doesn't matter", the girl told him. " I'd like to help", he said helplessly. "We know." The woman smiled at

him . " But it 's still too soon . The danger's not as great as we thought, living so far and so deep."

"What?" he asked, the words sliding past incoherently as a waterfall.

" I see green on the shore", she re­plied.

"Some", he answered, surer of him­self. " Less each year."

"Then there 's time yet. " Her smile was wistful. "Now's her best season, but there're good years left. Perhaps later would be better. We'll have to see."

"Mother, I can 't again. Let me stay. " Her voice was a low siren, her eyes

drowning him in cool grottos. Thunder­ing waves crashed over his head, then bubbly, sucking silence.

Miraculously, they still stood before

him in the br ight sunli ght. The girl clothed in almost nothing but her youth and des irab ility , the mother turned slightly away, toward the sea.

"Come," she murmured, her voice soft as the ebbing tide.

"No," the girl protested; yet she fol­lowed meekly after.

The sun, glinting off the side of a wave , drove his gaze down to the white sand. When, seconds later, he looked up again , there were no traces left.

Somewhere, far out to sea, a geyser­like splash told of the pelican's ungainly landing.

J. Trumbull Rogers Alumnus, Beta Upsilon Chapter

Hobart College

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The Real World .

of Tashunka Witco

The whitemen defile me. They abuse me and strip me of all my worth . They cannot be human beings, nor even animals ; they are too cruel. Why do they treat me this way? I am a warrior , a proud man. My people honor me, other tribes honor me, but these mud-eaters only want to exterminate me . How many times have they promised my people a place? How many times have we been moved? I am sickened.

We fought bravely in war, against many more numbers. We should be treated differently. I knew they were cruel in war. I expected that from them. Mahpiua-luta told me that when I was young . He said they took honor out of war. They did not count coupe ; they carried no trophies. All they were in­terested in was death, dishonorable death. We were killed in battle, but also by starvation and by the cold. Why do my people have to be exterminated, like a sickness? We were not bad people. Did the whiteman's god want us off the world?

I can take the suffering and cruelty that they gave us during war. As I said, I expected that. But why do they still fight my soul? My people are defeated, but they shouldn 't be killed. Now the whitemen want my heart. They tell me that I should move to one of their homes, raise cows, and work in dirt. Why should I do this? What have I done wrong in life? I will not become one of them. I am not one of them, nor will I ever be. I curse the whiteman; I spit on him. They tell me that my gods are not good. I am to follow their god, even

though he does not know me. Their god will not love unless I become one of them. Their god will not feed me unless I become something I am not.

They tell that my ways are no good, that I should not live in a teepee, follow the once mighty buffalo (they have ex­terminated them), nor live in happiness. Everything I do is wrong. Maybe I am to fold up and die? Why do they torture me? I am still strong. I will not fold as other of my people did. The once strong Mahpiua-luta is now like a nursing pup, sucking foul milk. Some of my people have put on the Whiteman's clothes and are sent to fight other tribes. I spit on my people that follow the whiteman. They should have been born women. Man­hood should not be given to them. Now the dreaded bluecoats want me to go to Washington to talk to the great White Father; actually I think he is only their chief, the one they call president. I will not go. I have seen what happens to my people that go to that place. They come back fat and lazy, corrupted. Now these guards take me to a place to wait for Three Stars Crook, who will make me go to Washington . And with these guards is Little Big Man, a brave war­rior who hated the whites but a year ago and now is using the name the whites gave him.

Oh, I long for my real world , where things are as they should be . My real world gives me strength, I see it in my dreams, things float and dance, even my horse dances over the graves of whites. In the real world are many mar­velous things. I see ancient men, who wear white robes and believe as I do. These other inhabitants of the real world call themselves Greeks, and they know me. The things I see now, the guards, the fort, are but shadows of the real world . We cannot know life as it is until we are in the real world. Life is

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good in the real world . Oh, I want to be there with the white robed ancient ones. They have told me many truths.

No, I will not go into this cabin full of chains. I must resist these bluecoats. Oh, help me Little Big Man, do not let them put me in that place. I want to be free . I will not be chained. Little Big Man, please help me. I call you by your white name, help me.

They stuck that fore ign th ing into my body, it fouled my blood, and I now must die. People are runn ing around, saying that Crazy Horse is dying. They call me by the name the whitemen have given me . These wh itemen take my name away. They will not even let me have my real name, in my own lan­guage. "My name is Tashunka Witko." I had to shout that at them. I had to tell them. Oh, my heart is heavy. My soul is black. I must die now, and go to the real world.

Crazy Horse died of a wound from a bayonette on September 5, 7 877, at Fort Robinson, Nebraska . He was there waiting to see General George Crook.

All names in the preceding story were taken by the author from the book Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee.

Jim Sanderson Gamma Psi Chapter

Southwest Texas State

SeLecte~ Poetf.l(Y For Jeff Miller, Shot at Kent State

Some people live. Some people die. Some people laugh and sing. Some people just wonder why. Some people do what they want. Some people watch and pray. Who's to answer what is right Of those who sing or laugh Or what is valid of those who do or watch. Who's to judge who is to live and die, but God. "Let's go and see what's happening", he says. An interested party, a curious individual , An innocent bystander. But dead just the same. "He's been shot! Jeff's been shot!", they shout. His closed 'mind, now opened, By a bullet. "My God, help me", he screams. Friends and brothers rush to give aid, Collecting fragments of blood from his head, Hoping not to lose what his mind was pouring forth . "Jeff, my God!", a brother shouts. "Don't worry. I'm right here, I won't be going far",

says a girl. Jeff Miller was a man who was going far in this

world. On the concrete of Kent State, he looked up,

confused, But silently said, "Okay". But he's dead just the same. We thank you, Jeff, for helping us to know our God.

S. Cordell Dombrowski Delta Gamma Chapter Mississippi

An Acknowledgment

I came from the land. I was not plucked away for my roots grow there still.

Daily I give thanks to the sun which brought me forth .

Daily my life runs back into its roots for nourishment, and for strength to grow tall and beautiful.

Daily I draw from the riches of the earth .

I strive to reach the sky, to be one of God's men.

Ferris E. Beekley, M.D. Alpha (Phrenocon) 1920 Miami University

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A Thank You Note

A smile, a wink, a wave, a hi, Always friendly, with never a sigh. An inspiration at the very least, That helped in a most important way. The part of myself not yet on display, Has surfaced now thanks to them. Yes brothers indeed, brothers that helped and cared. A special thank you is indeed in order. Their special comments,

inconsequential they may seem, Much more than actually intended. Stephen J. Nardozzi Beta Phi Chapter Westminster

Irwds t~ dr·1zzling black oF ni,~ht 'Chat followed fasr on Saturcfay i\nd all the worshippers in sisht nad come to church toni@itmpray

{hey a~me- their burdens all their own­Upon the dimly lighted path-Oone laughed, none smiled and skipped. Done laushed ... Buc here - and here, again..- a moan €scaped trom some unlucky pllgrrm LO the hcly alter, fllted him With a sense of' urgency that bordered on emergency; /Chat he- Bnd all the rest, of course-must nightly stagser to the source Of balm in hellish Gile8d ...

t'hey come into ch.e church, and now Unconciously repeat 8 ww ~nd tithe themselves- a hve or ten. ~nd some twice tithe,or thrice. and then [he priest behind the alter-place f) as taken ic. and sober-fJced . Put down thesofr celestial r~in. Otspensed enough to ease their pain;

In chis place chesrape has~t che power of the lotus -leaF-And .this, t he church that quite a lot Repatr co to relieve their grie~ 'Che temple of Bacchus. oF temporal peace. Of smiling in stupor, elush>e gold fleece ... -8cyx -bound from the ~lph by way or the Lethe, .All find elusive the sad search for peace.

_.$Cott t .:Otruon/ L.twunct Wt"'kr Alpha Omicron Chapter Lafayette College

A Phi Tau talks about a very real problem.

Alcoholism is a subject not discussed very frequently around a fraternity house. But since my drinking started in the fraternity, perhaps many members and alumni can identify with this article.

First of all , what is alcoholism or for that matter an alcoholic? Alcoholism is a disease. Just like cancer or heart dis­ease. Everyone who drinks does not become an alcoholic. Some people have something in their system which makes them allergic to alcohol. Not too much is known about it, but research is being continued . A person who be­comes an alcoholic reaches a point in his life when drinking ceases to be just a social function . Physical, emotional and mental dependencies develop from drinking alcohol for the alcoholic. Damaging conduct which affects one's family, job, college studies or one's own life becomes evident.

During the past 15 months, since my return from South America where I vis­ited friends in Lima, Peru , my drinking has caused problems for me. I started work on a master's degree in Com­munication Studies at California State University, Sacramento , during the spring semester, 1974. I don't know how I survived that first semester of graduate school. I did not take 8 a.m. classes because I was afraid I would go to class drunk or with a hangover. On a student budget of $255.00 monthly, I spent 34% of my income at a local li­quor store where I purchased a case of beer, two gallons of wine , and a bottle of vodka and whiskey . This lasted me just one week, sometimes longer. But it happened each week.

Problems developed in my relation­ships with people in my apartment house . I became a recluse in my apartment when I wanted to get drunk. I became cynical about girls and had a negative attitJde on life . I went from euphoria to suicidal depressions about every night. I passed my classes that spring and in June went to Bozeman, Montana. I spent the summer drinking and returned to Sacramento via Spokane, where I toured the World's Fair.

In the fall semester 1974, I returned to the University, ready for a good semester. But my drinking pattern con­tinued. Self-justification ran my life on a daily and weekly basis. I felt good be-

cause I received a good grade on a paper. I could not wait to down six beers . If I did not understand a concept in Communications Studies, I would worry and get drunk on whiskey. On the weekends I would drink wine and so it went, ad infinitum.

On October 20 , 1974 , I knew I needed help. I called my medical doc­tor, and he arranged for me to be admit­ted into a private hospital for a short time. I went into withdrawal and was given tranquilizers to calm my nerves. Something had to replace the booze which had become an obsession in my life.

I found a home in Alcoholics Anonymous , an organization of men and women from all walks of life and social standing combating their com­mon enemy. We share experiences, our faith , our hope and strength to overcome our dependency on alcohol. I have been sober for three months. I now have a more positive attitude towards life. I have started to like myself again . I can be honest with myself after sup­pressing problems with booze.

I can face reality and cope with life one day at a time. I know that if I don't stop drinking I will die at an early age.

Alcoholics Anonymous is a fellow­ship, a sorority and fraternity in one group; men and women who are col­lege professors, attorneys, students, pipe fitters, plumbers, secretaries and business people belong to A.A.

Now at 33 I have a chance at a new life not dominated by alcohol. I am working as a volunteer at the Detoxifi­cation Center in Sacramento. I have decided to go back to college in Feb­ruary and enter a new field of study. I believe it will lead to a promising future . I will study Alcoholic Rehabil itation counseling for one year and enter into a profession to help other alcohol ics.

Jim K. Alumnus, Gamma Epsilon University of the Pacific

lREPOWER OF MUSIC

By J. Trumbull Rogers

Alumnus, Beta Upsilon Chapter Hobart College

Luke was blind , and had been so for only a short time. Eventually, perhaps , he would have a dog, maybe even his own place, but for the present he would live with his brother. Not that Bob par­ticularly minded the arrangement -yet - but he, Luke, hated the feeling of dependence. Well , not total depend­ence - he did have his cane.

God, how he hated that cane . And the dark glasses. And his helplessness in strange surroundings. His fear of bumping into things, of tripping , of knocking over a glass at table. Feared even the pity and disgust that other -how had the doctor put it? - "sighted people" felt on seeing him.

But more than the dependence, the cane and the glasses ("For your own protection," the doctor had said), Luke hated the idea of being able to feel the sun warm on his face, but not to see the blue of the sky, or the green of the leaves on the trees, or the gray cloud shadows sailing across the side of a distant hill . To hear the ripple of Marge's girlish laughter, but not see the pert tilt of her head, or the merry twinkle in her eyes, or the light glinting in her hair. To smell, only smell , the scent of a subtle perfume.

How different to be born blind and never know the colors of.earth, or joy in the sight of a pretty girl. To have seen, and thereby know, and then to see no more, that was the purgatory he would occupy for the rest of his life.

Good-bye life. Good-bye Marge. God, he had almost forgotten their

plans for that night·, made weeks ago, before all this happened, to see again the new production of Mefistofele at the State Theater. The date he suddenly no longer felt like keeping now he realized

"Chris & the Dude" Bill Bader, Alpha Delta Case Western Reserve

the impossibility of their continued en­gagement.

Well , he would keep the date. If he were going to remain cooped up forever in Bob's apartment, it probably would be better to see her - see her? - this one last time. It was always somehow kinder that way, even if they couldn 't actually see each other, than saying good-bye over the black, impersonal telephone .

That night when Marge called for him in a hired limousine, he lost courage and decided to tell her later over Irish coffee and cheese cake at O'Neals. Bob had helped him dress and groom himself, and her response on seeing him sounded pleased and surprised , not shocked, or horrified, or pitiful , as he had told himself it would be . There was a note of hesitancy in her manner, and then she said, " Shall we go? Don't want to miss the curtain . Night, Bob."

"Good night, you two . Have fun ." ''I'm sure we will ," she answered,

laughing, just like on any other night. Using his cane , he allowed her to

guide him into the elevator. Her touch on his arm was light, the pressure sug­gestive rather than compelling. Then, somehow, they were outside in the car.

"New York State Theater, please", she sold the driver, and ·they moved slowly off into traffic.

They chatted about trivialities, and he almost forgot , sitting close to her in half-remembered gloom, that he was blind. Peripherally, his mind recalled the suffused glare of neon on either side, and the tunnel of darkness near Lincoln Center, where the buildings glowed aloofly well back from the street.

While they were entering the theater, they became separated. He shuffled forward a few cautious steps. Then a

door closed heavily against him, knock­ing him back into the crowd surging be­hind him. But as he stood, numo and confused, feeling the weight of anger around him, she was at his side, guid­ing him forward again .

"Tickets , please ," said a strange, bored voice. Then : "This way, please. And watch the slope of the aisle, sir."

When they were seated and had re­moved their coats, Luke returned to full awareness. He heard the loud, shrill gaggle throughout the auditorium, and he wondered if they were talking about him.

" Did you see that poor blind man?" "Blind, my eye. He's only wearing

those shades 'cause he's stoned out of his skull. "

But the exchange was imaginary. Apparently no one had noticed him, and the roar softened to polite applause as the conductor entered the pit. "Tip-tap. Tip-tap, " as he remembered Victor Borge once mimicking. Except here, he recalled, the pit was large enough so the conductor didn't have to enter side­ways.

The murmur and applause and coughing faded , and the auditorium poised on a brink, hushed , waiting . Then Luke felt the blast of the first chord strike him like the voice of doom, the distant flourish of the horns of Gab­riel causing a tingling sensation .

Luke closed his eyes behind the dark glasses and leaned tensely against the plush of the seat back. As the chords were repeated , he recalled flying through steep cumulus clouds, the dark blue firmament with stars whizzing by, a golden sunburst, the outstretched hand of Michelangelo's Adam, Adam's face ,

As their duet began, he felt a prickly chill at the memory of the cloaked figure.

God's face, the frescoes of medieval angels as the chorus began its paean. The rack of angels and saints - row on row - standing in stylized adoration , glories behind their heads.

"Ave, Signor!" Building, building slowly, majestically

to fade as the firmament darkened and Mefistofele appeared. Echoing the sa­lute of the angels, he began his insolent song - his challenge to God - and Luke had a dim recollect ion of a spindle-shanked man, absurd in flesh­colored leotards and green face , yet awesome , his impress ive head crowned with a rising sweep of silver hair.

The rack of angels returned to the sound of horns, Mefistofele continuing

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his challenge, his complaint of bore­dom, suggesting the game he wished to play with Faust. The choir of angels fad­ing as disembodied Cherubims swarmed out of the distance, driving Mefistofele off in annoyance, the chal­lenge agreed upon. The slow building of chord on chord as the angels and firmament reappeared, the pacing re­strained, measured, ponderous, grow­ing in both volume and majesty. In­creasing with the sound of space, of eternity, the angels fading, the stars shooting through the blackness, the Milky Way swirling and condensing into the sunburst, obliterating all with its light and its glory.

"Ave, Signor!" But all of this was remembered - an

impression - for Luke could see nothing on the blackness behind his eyelids. He sat forward on the edge of his seat, drawn by the magnetism of the music, while his blood raced through heart, temples, brain.

During the pause for scenery change, Luke came slowly to himself under the weight of the oblivious mur­mur around him. He was grateful for Marge's silence, and he quietly damned the chatterboxes as feelingless Philis­tines, incapable of being moved -awed - to silence by the music.

The following six scenes failed to ap­proach the force of the Prologue, and he had only confused recollections of the story being enacted before his sight­less eyes. He felt let down and frus­trated, because during the Prologue he had almost seen the action, had ex­perienced forty minutes of hope, but now he felt that the best he could ex­pect was to be forever tantalized. He couldn't even conjure a clear image of Marge, although her face and figure should have been the most easily vis­ualized of anything in his past experi­ence. Hope had proved ephemeral at the last, leaving him convinced that his earlier decision to become a recluse was the only sensible one.

The brittle beauty of the "Classical Sabbath" melted, died, and he felt the awesome depth of the firmament roll out at him as Gabriel's horns sounded in the distance. Mefistofele, he recalled, stood in the midst of an inclined plain, Faust nearby, closer to the audience. As their duet began, he felt a prickly chill at the memory of the cloaked fig­ure, the very essence of Mefistofele emanating from his stance , arms folded, one foot slightly advanced, rigid back to Faust, still feeling his false power from the "Witches' Sabbath." The indomitable, invincible devil, sure of his power, his victory, his ultimate conquest of God.

Then, as the horns heralded the

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angels' approach, Luke did see. In his mind's eye Faust appeared, praying, the devil frustrated at last by God's mercy, his own arrogance, the shrill whistle of Chaos, the blinding light of Cherubims streaming down from the sky, golden, sublime, sure. The mount­ing music enfolded Luke - drew him forward and sl ightly upward - the chorus somehow more real and awful for being visualized and not seen. The final chords rolling, roll ing like a build ing sea, and he was on his feet. The wild applause was deafening in its spon­taneity, but for all he knew he was the only one standing.

Finally he collapsed into his seat, felt

Marge place a trembling hand on his arm, and the remnants of his exhilara­tion flared with the realization that she shared his emotion.

After the last curtain call, the ap­plause died away, and all the people left the theater. Only then did Marge lead him up the aisle and out through the heavy glass doors. They stood on the edge of the promenade, the lighted fountain splashing behind them, and he placed his hands on her flushed and smiling cheeks, puffed out the soft fall of her luxuriant hair, spoke in a low, husky voice.

"God, you're beautiful. "

Untitled Jon Stocker, Beta Psi Cal State - Long Beach

SelecteD Poetucv The Middies and Bloomers

(Sweethearts of 1923)

You basketball girls of Eastern In the years - twenty-two, twenty-three Come model your costumes before us A sight we all hope to see. You girls in your middies and bloomers And long black stockings, to boot, Not only could you play basketball The figures you hid were real cute. Six on a team was the number Double forward , double center, double guard Each confined to a single zone To run the whole length, much too hard. Yes, you all were covered completely No pink bit of flesh could be seen The living example forever Of girlhood, so sparkling, so clean. So come to the big Eastern party At Bayview, partake of the feast We'll drink to your prowess and beauty Come, calm the wild Chauvinist beast. David C. Vokes Retired Judge, Common Pleas Court of Detroit Tau Chapter Michigan

Phi Kappa Tau Sweetheart

Of all the girls within my life, There's one who stands apart. Her silken hair and fairest face Have surely won my heart. She's the loveliest girl in all the world , Her virtues fair and true. With beauty abounding and sparkling eyes, The girl of my dreams is you . You rival the springtime for warmth and grace, And are soft when the lights are low. For you are the sweetheart of Phi Kappa Tau , The girl with the heavenly glow, The girl with the heavenly glow.

Words and Music by Delta Lambda Chapter, Muskingum

Tom Drennen Alumnus, Rho, Rensselaer

A Seaman's Thoughts The smog behind, the sea ahead,

That's the thought that went through my head As I stood upon the pier, Looking through my tears

At the city I was leaving.

As I worked and as I slept, Another thought struck and again I wept,

As I thought of my children, Who would very soon be men,

And others I had left behind . Douglas C. Martin Beta Gamma Chapter Idaho

"Dead River Falls" David Machowski, Gamma Delta Northern Michigan

Spring Lions

The petals of spring surround me now,

I'll see it all again, and yet not tire :

Morning 's first rays sparkle inverted in the dew.

The earth warms beneath my feet.

The birds raise their voices to the heavens;

A light breeze stirs the dandelions;

Which fly golden in the sunlight-

Then settle in the grass. I've tried to capture happiness,

with haste and much commotion ;

But if I'm still it lights softly on my shoulder,

Like a butterfly. Richard D. George Beta Zeta Chapter New Mexico State

" Evonne Goolagong"

Just Once Paul Jacobson, Gamma Beta Alumnus, Cincinnati

I was eight once And just once to my dismay, And able to do anything my dreams told me. I was rich, then, with a new ball

and lots of bubble gum. My best friend was the guy I always beat. Fun was watch ing cartoons

and buying baseball cards, But when my bike broke I picked up my ball and walked. Now I am twenty-one And just once, thank God, And, at least, I tried to do all my dreams told me. I am rich now with a new mind and lots of ideas. My best friend is the Guy Who made me. Fun is solving problems and profiting by mistakes, But now when life breaks in two And I have to pick up the pieces and walk, I need help. Oh, How I'd like to be eight once more. S. Cordell Dombrowski Delta Gamma Chapter Mississippi

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Traveler

As I sat to rest my weary feet Upon a granite stone, I glanced into the soaring mountains Which were to be my home.

When the sun sank into its nesting place As it has for year upon year, The flitting fingers of nighttime Came comfortingly near.

Upon the highest snow-capped peak, A blend of copper and gold, The sun cast its purple shadows And all was cold. Douglas C. Martin Beta Gamma Chapter Idaho

Funeral Pyre

The granulated earth Stands firm, damp. Curving slopes surge into Sun dried heaps. Interruptions: Man o'wars and gray white sticks; Green-brown vines -Discards of an underworld. Carcasses of shell Carelessly strewn, Rolling back, Ebbing into watery tombs. Silent, creeping foam Now buries, Now exhumes And gently kisses all. Ronald R. Franceschi Gamma Sigma Chapter California - Davis

You A day so quiet and full of thought, An hour so flooded with stillness. I've not begun the task at hand, And probably never will. I try to think of phrases That will paint what I have to say-But they just don't come to me now­not for quite a while ; And by then I'll no longer care If I say what I feel right now. So I'll say nothing more about it, Painting other words, in other places, Seeing someone else's face . I'm here, and it's quiet, and it's over. Sunlit friends around me now, I think I'll write a while-The day has touched me softly, Lines have passed, and so have you.

Richard D. George Beta Zeta Chapter New Mexico State

Far

We seem so institutional, with all our allegories. '

You think us quite the same, and gloat in your perception .

I've grown so weary of this parliamentar.y promenade.

And yet I'll remain , . and listen to your voices.

But look not for me here, but near the gulls ;

Beneath my canvas on the waters of the wine-dark sea.

For though you seem to see as I do now-

My eyes have passed across the far reaching shores.

Richard D. George Beta Zeta Chapter New Mexico State

"Girl with Glass of Beer" Jon Stocker, Beta Psi Cal State - Long Beach

0Phi Gfau Gf'acea in the C9rowd

After compiling some 35 years of com­bined military and civilian service with the Navy, J. Stewart Otto, West Vir­ginia '40 , has retired. The Alpha Xi chapter alumnus participated in many nuclear and thermonuclear tests utiliz­ing animals and enjoyed a fascinating career in the biomedical research field, receiving numerous citations. In early February, Otto moved to Lynn Haven, Florida.

Enhancing the image' of the State of South Carolina is everyday work for George L. Daniel, Georgia '67. As as­sociate director of the Communications Division of the State Development Board , Daniel improves that image through advertising the industrial and economic development of South Carolina. The Beta Xi chapter alumnus was an "Outstanding Young Man in America" for 197 4 and was listed in Who 's Who in Government 1974 .

Lawrence W. Nolte, Oregon State '27, is the author of a new textbook entitled Fundamentals of Public Relations . The book is designed as both a basic college text and an introduction to PR for peo­ple in business or public administration . A charter member of Alpha Zeta chap­ter, Nolte is a San Francisco PR consul­tant and has served on the faculties of Northwestern University and College of San Mateo.

L. Edward Kime, Cincinnati '60, is the 1975 president of the Toledo , Ohio, chapter of the American Institute of Ar­chitects, heading a 130-man, 19-county membership. Initiated into Beta Tau chapter, Kime is an alumnus of Gamma Beta chapter and in the past has served as the president of the Northwestern Ohio Chapter of the Phi Kappa Tau Alumni Association . He is a partner in Kime, Kime and Associates, architec­tural consultants, and is a member of the Planning Committee for the new Alumni Center at Bowling Green.

Chairman of the University of Idaho's Guidance and Counseling Department, Dr. Thomas E. Hippie, Iowa State '50, has been elected to a three-year term as a member of the Board of Directors of the American Personnel and Guid­ance Association (APGA). Dr. Hippie, an Alpha Nu chapter alumnus, served as president of the Idaho branch of APGA and has assisted Beta Gamma chapter at Idaho as chapter adviser and as a member of its Board of Governors .

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Dana N. Nasuti, Maryland '63, was re­cently named Director of Marketing for Reed & Stambaugh Company's new industrial sales division. The firm is one of Philadelphia's leading office leasing and management companies. Nasuti, a Beta Omicron chapter alumnus, was formerly Director of Public Relations and Marketing Services of the Binswanger-Herman Company.

In news from the Air Force, Colonel Edgar W. Biggers, Jr., Florida '50, has retired following 30 years of service. He had last served as director of personnel support services with the Air Force Logistic Command's headquarters at Wright-Patterson AFB, near Dayton, Ohio .

Captain Robert M. Peterson, Southern Mississippi '69, received the Distinguished Flying Cross and three awards of the Air Medal for extraordi­nary aerial achievement in the South­east Asia combat zone. The Beta Epsi­lon chapter alumnus was recently hon­ored at Keesler AFB , Mississippi , where he now serves as an HC-130 pilot for a weather reconnaissance squadron .

Now serving at Norton AFB, Califor­nia, is Lieutenant Colonel (Dr.) James H. Stinebiser, Florida '57. The Alpha Eta chapter alumnus is a senior flight surgeon at the Air Force Inspection and Safety Center.

LOEWER NAMED CHAPTER CONSULTANT David C. Loewer, an alumnus of Gamma Chapter and a December, 1974 graduate of Ohio State, has joined the Executive Offices professional staff to serve as a chapter consultant. Loewer, who was commissioned a second lieutenant in the Air Force, will serve the Fraternity while waiting for active duty call-up.

Loewer majored in transportation and logistics at OSU and served Gamma as president, house manager, and chaplain. He also helped construct membership development and recruitment programs and established public relations programs for a major funds-raising project. Additionally , he was initiated into ARCHONS, a Greek honorary for service to the OSU Greek community. Loewer was a member of the OSU Ski Club and the Centurion Drill

Stewart Otto George Daniel

Lawrence Nolte Edward Kime

Dana Nasuti Robert Peterson

Team. His home is in Springfield, Ohio.

After completing an intensive orientation program, Dave has begun visiting chapters throughout the country, primarily on specialized assignments.

To ALL those concerned with the Summer '74 Laurel, I have only two things to say: excellent and professional! In response, I would like to buy a "share" in Phi Kappa Tau and have enclosed a check for the Development Fund.

Duane G. Merrill , Jr., Pi

I think your idea for the winter issue of the Laurel is one of the most outstanding and progressive ideas I've ever heard of in a fraternity. By doing this you are actually encouraging creativity and response; and I, along with Gamma Psi, would like to thank everyone involved.

James Sanderson, Gamma Psi

In this issue on page 9, Delta Lambda has submitted the words to a Phi Tau song written when four brothers decided that the Fraternity needed a "sweetheart song" with more modern lyrics and a more singable tune.

The four collaborated on the lyrics, the tune, and the piano score. We will be more than pleased to furnish any other chapter with the music. The song was written with a// Phi Tau "sweethearts" in mind, whether they be girlfriends, pinmates, fiancees, wives or just plain friends.

Steve L. Dauterman, Delta Lambda

This is a letter I have been meaning to write ever since I was an undergraduate (Kappa, Kentucky '66) . It was my observation during 1962-66 and in succeeding years that our National Fraternity and the local chapters, at least Kappa, had a very difficult time raising money from alumni. During my undergraduate days, we decided to build a new

chapter house. We had many problems financing it because (1) the National Fraternity's resources were not great and (2) our alumni association was not numerically very strong and could not raise much money. Finally the house was financed. As I remember, several members of the alumni association guaranteed loans to cover the last $20,000 of equipment installed in the house (I'm still not sure the total $20,000 was ever raised). If the money was raised, it was not because our alumni did not have the money but more probably because they had not been conditioned to support their alumni association and chapter.

While I was at UK, there was never any mention of the fact that one day I, as an alumnus, would be expected to contribute to the well-being of the National Fraternity and the chapter, not only in time of need but also in prosperous times to build a better fraternity.

I believe the alumni giving problem should be attacked at its roots which lie with the undergraduates. Each member at the time he joins the fraternity - and throughout his undergraduate membership - should be ingrained with the idea that the brotherhood and fellowship he is getting now are not totally free and that he will be expected to support the chapter and National Fraternity with contributions once he is an alumnus. The theme of alumni giving should not only be transmitted from the National Fraternity to the alumni but also from the National Fraternity to the active chapters (Resident Councils) at every opportunity. The idea of alumni giving does not have to be a hard-sell idea

but can be very low-key and still be effective. The undergraduates should be made to realize they must give in order to build a strong fraternity at the national and local levels.

Some of my remarks ·may not be relevant because I have been out of the mainstream of fraternity life for the past eight years. I write this letter out of my personal feelings and observations and out of a sense of concern for the Fraternity.

William P. Sturm, Kappa I

Won't you please help us help! Please make your check payable to Phi Kappa Tau Foundation and mail to:

Harold N. Wilson, Treasurer Phi Kappa Tau Foundation 8 East Long Street Columbus, Ohio 43215

Chapter Etern·al---...... The following brothers have been reported deceased to the Executive Offices between October 1, 197 4 and

December 31 , 197 4. Their years of graduation are listed when known.

AUBURN COE P:RANKLIN-MARSHALL NEBRASKA-WESLEYAN OHIO WESLEYAN William T. Hardin John W. Miller "26 Benjamin B. Leinbach "20 Charles W. McCandless "27 Lowell E. Augenstein "34 Gilmer D. Gammage Theodore 0 . Winship "28

OKLAHOMA STATE Robert P. Will ingham "30 COLGATE IDAHO Harold W. Bales "48 John A. Artechevarria Robert W. Harris "56

BALDWIN-WALLACE NEW MEXICO STATE Gary J. Smith

COLORADO ILLINOIS Joe L. Flores William A. Rolland "21 PURDUE

Philip A. Morgan Howard C. Burleson '20 Fred E. Bernoske '26 Doren E. Rea '20 OHIO John E. Heilman '40 BOWLING GREEN CORNELL S. Donald Cox

Richard K. Winder Eugene D. Montillon KANSAS STATE RENSSELAER George D. Hewitt '55 William C. Heck

CALIFORNIA - BERKELEY DELAWARE OHIO STATE LAFAYETTE Ralph D. Gettinger SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

Hugh L. Monahan Albert E. Carr '23 W. E. Welsh '24 James M. Hawkins, Jr. '62 Harry P. Amstutz '22

Kirkwood S. Nevin CENTRE FLORIDA LAWRENCE Donald F. Orth WASHINGTON Wi lliam M. Cotton Vernon Jones Evald C. Bank J. Gordon Russell Lyle Daverin '28

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TO THE PARENTS: If your son has established a permanent residence, please advise us of his new address so we can mail his magazine directly to him.

TO THE ALUMNUS: If you have a change of address, please let us know so we can mail your magazine without unnecessary delays.

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member. Phi Kappa Tau's 42nd National Convention at beautiful Tan-Tar-A Resort & Golf Club on the Lake of the Ozarks, Osage Beach, Missouri. Combined with a great IMPACT program, the Convention promises to be an experience you won't forget. Celebrate life and brotherhood with us at Tan-Tar-A, August 24-28, 1975. We'll make the Summ r of '75 a summer to remember.