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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
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d V a to life beyond.
And, with each experience,
{he soul becomes a different
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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
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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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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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...Cherri Bright
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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Teachers try
Pupils ikon't
Some lis-_en
Some don't
Tensio7 rrounts
%erves fray
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.