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, X 3 . , VZKQ. 40.9 Ck rifi VOLUME LXlll WINTER-SPRING, 1964 NUMBER z ,t A lu"-u avi' sugli., skis f . W- s 1 f 4 f g m v-ryf F38 Asssgyo Published Fall, Winter and Spring by the Students of E. C. GLASS HIGH SCHOOL Memorial Avenue Lynchburg, Virginia LU II Na 5 if Annual Subscription CRITIC AND CREST 54.75 STAFF Editor-in-Chief A RIA DNA MCKENNA Art Editor JACK SUTOR Literary Editors CAROLYN COBB CAROLYN GILLS GEORGE PARIS RGEEIE CORNETT JOYCE KENT MARC SCHEWEL MIKE DELLINGER GENE MOON PHYLLIS SMITH SHELDGN FRIEDMAN CYNTHIA MUNDY ADIN THAYER MIKE HEAD SUSAN NORTON SALLY Woon A dvisers: Literary MR. WILLIAM D. KING Art MISS JANE WHITE Bdsiness MISS MARGARET WILLIAMS I---1' W 65257 0-YQLQQM fo 0 w0r0.02EFuA CENEL- ,Omufr Face-.27 Tha n L4Jf.g,O TXMZS weve 144.0 700,-iiffgi. CONTENTS 4"6WM 'MMff'5 1-Inu EL Q mica 6r,Lmms'Z FICTION: , , HQ o 2, 5 NARROWS-David Brown f' lf T,-Ll. GSU Two con men find success in face of obvious failure. 5 E.. I2 BONGO-Phyllis swim A .... xjo u QUHI4 itt irl eeks and finds refu e in a small E3 1 1,6550 'f An awkward l le g s g , . worn teddy bear and the words of an old war vet an. f V5-IN' 17 THE PARK-Gene .Nloon 2 A is Strangers in HIS park. He must get rid of them-SHOCK is the result produced by his Ml ' method. LO mf! Is THE INTRUDER-Bill Desmond 525612 1 I A true-to-life experience, related in simple style, provides ful A b insight into human behavior. l l Ulf" .. 'i 20 CHARLIE-Charles fvzlm-ay 0 'lmllll HH! I An old man, vividly described, walks down a road to a 'I' I . V ti place in human compassion. 22' MISS NIELINDA-Laurie Dirkmzs what happens when two schoolmates meet in an elevator after many years may be interesting. 23 A NICE YOUNG MAN- Q Meg Christian .X f What would you do if a perfect stranger told you about ' K murdering his mother? Would it affect you as it did the lady in this amusing tale? 24 JOURNAL FOUND IN AN EMPTY RAFT-Eric WdSllb1lf71 Pyi . 99954 B79 lweggfvl Q ir Qi Sem: A haunting story, written in such a manner that the reader wonders if the dead seek revenge. , 29 HIS JUST DESERTS-Linda Stickel 1 Fate takes a hand in a man's life, giving it am ironic 9 I twist: but why? gf? 95 :E'?'n ig! 3' 235' 32 PRETTIEST GIRL fi . AT THE PARTY-Patxy Hudgins fi-E:-"'5' 5 A woman who has lived a full life reviews itg her experi- .A ences give the reader an insight into his own life to come. gf 34 A FAMILY AFFAIR-.lfmmy Ruhland 'LLL' Hun " "Everybody wants to get into the act," as a young man calls on the girl of his dreams. Cofver Design: Jack Sutor Center Spread: Betty and Peggy Whitaker N ON-FI C TI ON : 8 Doodling-John Ufheeler IO A Visit With A Gunsmith--Carolyn Gills I5 Troll Addiction-Karen Caruso 27 Sandusky-Carolyn Cobb 35 A Winter Sketch-Bill Desmond 38 Lonely Lady-.driadna JVIeKenna 39 Snow: Another View . . .-Carolyn Cobb 39 . . . A Mystery-Karerz Caruso 40 A VVinter Cont1'ast-Meg Christian POETRY: 9 Down Dark Chasms-Lindanne Hawkins I4 Study Hall--Judy Foster I6 I Paused A Moment Upon A Hill-Sally Wood 2I Of Melody Bell Who Fell In The Well-Bill Desmond 36 The Dance Of The Fire Gods-Gale Day 4 THE CRITIC bw , . QM, kydxx'-ti,'005.? D5 xbfn lwpqff ITHIUH h0 y A ! . .- N 6 Q53 47 , 1 T Q ,Eff 1 Wk z X! -fy A X I X, w X I D"i3L'l1kW-w How Stacy and Hank H . OD rest his soul, Amen." The casket was lowered by two large Negro men and dirt was shoveled onto the fresh pine casket. The preacher looked up from his stare at the grave and walked slowly towards the gate of the cemetery, followed by three onlookers. The small cemetery was slightly over- grown with weeds and heather and most light was shut out by jutting pines and tall oaks. The Negro men set up the head marker, finished their distasteful chore and left the cemetery. On the head marker was written: Jacob lVIillstead Born 1860 Died 1937 As the Negro men walked out of the haunting Walls of the cemetery, they 'began to strike up conversation concerning the deceased. Such con- versations were commonplace around a small town such as Narrows. But since the recent death of Mr. Mill- stead, they had become even more plentiful. Groups of old ladies stop- ped in front of shops to exchange an opinion or two on t-he deceased's hid- den riches. Cars would stop at the village's one and only stoplight, in- stalled mainly for looks, as their owners expressed their views on the situation and barbers informed their regular and not-so-regular patrons of the incident that could affect the whole town. Had the old man really hidden a fortune around his farm? There were no facts to support it, but it was generally accepted as a fact around 6 Narrows, considering the miserly life the old man had lived. Thus the only question that remained was to whom the great wealth of the farm had been left. ak ak ak A tall, slender young man with handsome dark features and curly brown hair threw an old blue jacket across his shoulders as he walked d-own a dusty road towards Narrows. "Wait up, Stacy," begged a voice from some distance down the road, "I can't keep up with that pace y0u're setting, fella." Stacy stopped and sat down on a log to wait for his traveling compan- ion. "If I wait for you, I won't get to this farm I've been willed before doomsday." Stacy's companion finally reached the log and seated himself beside Stacy, pulling his shoes off as he did. He looked about the same young age as Stacy but his overweight seemed to hinder his speed more than his youth could compensate for. "Stacy Towne, this farm better be worth my visit or that old uncle of yours won't be the only corpse in Narrows." "Pipe down," commanded Stacy, "I think I hear a truck." "On this road?l', q u e s tio n e d Stacy's c o m p a n i o n sarcastically, "I-Ia! It could iust as well be the French Foreign Legion on a band of orange camels." It was a truck and Stacy and his companion were soon heading to- THE CRITIC Took Narrows By Surprise! wards Narrows with a friendly farm- er of that region. By the end of the ride the old man had related his life's history, one of no great interest, in exchange for Stacy's, and he had learned that Stacy was the benefici- ary of lVlillstead's farm. This tidbit of news was soon relayed to the town via the local barber shop and even greater rumors began to pour forth. Stacy's first impression of his new- ly acquired farm wasn't a good one, to say the least. The road leading to the house was full of rocks and ruts. The large box-style house looked as if it had been built during the early nineteenth century. The paint of the old wood had almost completely chipped off and the tin roof was covered with rust. Four other buildings made up the stead. The barn, largest of the four, was half rotten and about the most hor- rible thing Stacy had ever seen. The other three were of about the same caliber. "Now Where's the farm?" asked Stacy's companion half jokingly as he glanced about the surrounding woods and buildings. "Right over there, Hank," said Stacy, referring his companion to the dilapidated farm. "See ya later, fella," returned Stacy's friend as he started walking away. "Come on Hank," said Stacy in a pleaful manner. "Ya can't judge a book by its cover, anyway we're broke and haven't got anywhere to go. H . THE CRITIC DAv1D BROWN, "65 "I still say we should a stayed at Elks Run." A Dusk drew near and light shone through the windows of lVIillstead's old farmhouse while small puffs of smoke floated from the chimney into the still night air. Inside two dis- couraged young men sat across from each other in a poorly lighted kitchen. "Now what do we do ?" asked Hank. "Remember that old fellow we rode to town with?". asked Stacy. "Well, he said something about Uncle Millstead leaving a bunch of money hidden around this place, and when we bought those goods in town I heard a lot of people talking about the same thing." "Do you think he really did hide that money around here ?" "Heck, no," said Stacy, "Uncle Millstead never could a saved nothin'. He always was a sot and never saved a penny in his life." "That's just great," said Hank, greatly discouraged by the letdown in Stacy's story. "But I got an idea, Hank." Pk Pk Pk Two days had passed since Stacy's idea had evolved and there was a great bustling about the Millstead place. Hank stood on a ladder in front of the house tacking a sign on a gutter while Stacy lugged furniture a-bout inside the house, dropping it at will in any likely spot. The sign on the front said: AUCTION TO- DAY, EVERYTHING FOR SALE, NO REFUNDS. 7 About nine o'clock people began to arrive. It seemed as if everyone from around the Whole county was at the auction by noon. The poorest and the richest were here to see if they could make a fortune by luck. The very first item, a bread box, was sold easily, a fair price was paid and the excited buyer tore into his object as though it were full of gold. After ripping it to shreds, the ex- cited buyer found five dollars at- tached to the shelf of the container. At the sight of the green five dollar bill, the crowd went mad. An old mattress, which seemed a likely place to hide a fortune was sold for 25300 while the 'bed frame which had a loose post on it was sold for a similar amount. An old churn, a cedar chest, and a useless feed bin were all sold at fabulous prices. By the end of the day everything had been sold includ- ing the barn, house, and other build- ings. Poor people had spent their last dollars to buy small objects of no use. Old people spent their life savings on junk and the town mayor had bought a worthless old farm. The total sum of money found in all that junk was twenty-five dollars and in an effort to get at lNflillstead's fortune, the 'bidders had torn up the products they had bought. Pk Ik PF Dusk fell once more as two shad- ows strolled down a dusty road to- wards Elks Run. "Stacy, I didn't know there was 325,000 in that whole town," grinned Hank. "Well, there ain't anymore," re- turned Stacy. They both broke into laughter and leaped into the air and then sprinted down the road. Doodling JOHN WVHEELER, '66 A RE you a doodler? Of course you are. All of us at one time or another find ourselves doodling when we are bored, while riding in a car, waiting for church to start, or just sitting in class. Recently under the auspices of the National Geographic Society I made an extensive study of this subject. By extensive I mean that I sat down by myself and doodled for five minutes. Here for the first time in print are the results of my research. Doodling, I found, is two thousand per cent more prevalent in the United States than in the Soviet Union. The fact that Russians must have their doodles okayed by their local commissar probably explains this. Following is the most complete explanation of the primary types of American doodling available today. The all-time favorite doodle is the figure S. When you find your- self drawing 8's, you either are contemplating the eternal verities, should be doing your math homework, or, like me, are very unartistic and cannot draw anything else. This type of doodling is called Gelding doodling in 8 THE cnrrrc honor of Irving Gelding who drew 8's constantly for forty-eight hours in an attempt to become proficient in the forming of this figure. If you constantly doodle big circles with arrows sticking into them, you either love someone with a very bloated heart or are sick of elephant jokes. The drawing of stick figures indicates obesity and the desire to reduce. A few individuals find themselves shaping gigantic idiocities such as S-O-S or H-E-L-P in places like Arctic snow or desert sand. They are bluntly indicating to the world that they cannot rely upon themselves in personal crisis and must depend upon others when they have a problem. Other students have been known to fill up entire pages with large X's. This shows that they are thinking about their Latin test that day. Finally, if you enjoy drawing picturesque Bavarian castles situated on cliffs over- looking the deep flowing Rhine, your name is probably Jack Sutor. So you see that there are many types of doodling all meaningful and enjoyable. It is still a shame though that so many people missed this story because they were too busy doodling to listen. Down Dark Chasms Down dark chasms Wlzere the lights are green, Deep among the waters Dwell the things unseen. Around smooth corners They roll and glide, Fleeing, golden shafts . lVhere the sunbeams ride. A 'worm winds wayward In the cold still brine,- Ufuer coral fans creeps Its thin scaly line. Then our upon the ocean floor A sea weed flo-ws Brushing 'bout the fishes As the current comes and goes. I --LINDANNE HAWKINS, '64. THE CRITIC Q A VISIT WITH A GUN SMITH CAROLYN GILLS, '64 0 NE of the leading gunsmiths in the country today, Nlr. Hacker Martin, lives on VVreck Island Creek, outside of Concord, Virginia. He is one of the few people still making "old timeyn guns and is known throughout the United States for the quality of his work. He was born and raised on a farm near Jonesboro, Tennessee, and it was in the blacksmith shops of his grandfathers that he first became in- terested in metal working and gun- smithing. Today he is an expert in his field and his guns are prized possessions of collectors. lN1r. Nlartin has been a farmer and a miller, and it has only been in re- .10 cent years that he has devoted all his attention to working on guns. In 1951 he and his wife bought Wreck Island lVlill and came to Virginia from Tennessee. About 1956 he closed the mill and since, has been a full time gunsmith. His shop, com- posed of two cluttered rooms, is on the second floor of the mill. Here he turns out the beautiful guns which have made him famous. Mr. Martin said it was only na- tural that he should become interest- ed in guns because in the area where he was raised, "Everybody most had a gun." lNIr. lVIartin is tall, has white hair, and a moustache. He laughed and THE CRITIC told jokes as we talked. VValking around in the shop, we saw guns in various states of repair and some that he was making. One of the most attractive pistols was a flintlock stocked with birdseye maple. For stocks he prefers to use curly maple but will sometimes use cherry or wal- nut. Mr. lN1artin uses nitric acid to darken his stocks and adds water to the acid to achieve a lighter effect. He carves the stocks to a proper size then fits the barrels into them. The barrels are run through a borer, called a rifling rig, which cuts the necessary grooves in the barrel to provide the propelling force for the load. For many of his guns he makes hand engraved inserts. The designs on the inserts are tiny and exquisite. Each gun takes about a month to complete and may sell for hundreds of dollars. Mr. Martin makes guns to suit the customer, ranging from reproduc- tions of old muskets to custom-made hunting guns. He is so well known that in North Carolina, Tennessee, . . . his shop THE 'CRITIC Photos by J. Bullington, '64, . . . his work and Pennsylvania he is called by his first name. Mr. Martin showed us a .69 cali- ber pistol which had an extremely wide bore. He said, "It sure would air-condition a fellow. And if it didn't 'kill him," he added with a twinkle in his eye, "it sure would scare him to death, so he's gone either way." Today, he does not advertise in magazines or in newspapers of the gun world. About fifteen years ago he did but found t-hat he was getting too much work. His fame has been spread by word of mouth mainly and through several articles in various publications. ln February, Robert Holland of the Richmond Times- Dispatch did a feature on Mr. Mar- tin. But Mr. lVIartin likes to say that he was mentioned in an article in the Saturday Evening Post several years back. Mr. lvlartin is assisted in his shop by his nephew. There are few young men to pass this heritage onto, Mr. Martin -has made this ancient pro- fession a modern art. 11 lffififff ff W ff Ziff fra' ! f ,ff I' 1' iff!! 1 X f -fi' f X I f X 5? x iff: Na f K J! If I 1 ff! if 1 ff W' ff ff f-ff g'Q X554 :A - .' 44 I..-,ff -ff fi -. h , ,. 'f'.,A :Ri , . V Y,qfQ2if2QL1'1.-'EES jf . X' i- ,ff x ,- '. . . 'ff,1"3J".i:s ff- J! I f p ik i I i .. 5 i 1' .i QE- ffzifvffgfi , . fc, f ix . - -fffff 5 5 1 "' 1 . " ' ".-'z,- '. '... .' " ff . 5 .A -...Af fu xx 3 -5 TZSYZQI, ff- I i s gi 'ff-iii'-:Zia 1 Q: is t-L51 g . . . 5 ji X . 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She went inside and laid ' ' ' h ll her books on the radiator by the door. Running her finger along t e wa While she walked, she came to the familiar kitchen where her mother stood. She hesitated and then said: "Mom, why do I have to be so awkward?" "Oh yes, Jessica, before I forget . . . Daddy and I got you a new teddy bear, so please get rid of that dirty old Bongo, or whatever you call it." Mrs. lVIontgomery went back to cooking, not noticing the shocked look on Jessica's face. She turned and raced up the stairs to her room. . . . T S She threw open the door and immediately spied the new teddy bear. ear flooding her eyes, she grabbed it and tossed it up against the wall. She d f stooped and looked into its eyes. Her Words were determined an orce- ful-"I . . . don't . . . like you, teddy bear." She walked over to the 12 THE CRI f G I f f 4 TIC spot where an old flimsy teddy bear with buttons for eyes lay. She picked it up and caressed it. "Poor Bongo. You can't run away when they make fun of you. I . . ." "That's the funniest looking teddy bear I've ever seen." Jessica reeled around to see a small 'boy with sandy hair standing in her doorway. He was laughing out loud now. Jessica said nothing but turned back around and whispered to Bongo. "You know, Jessica, you and that stupid looking teddy bear ought to get married. You'd make a good couplefl ' Slowly Jessica stood up and staring straight ahead, her back to the small boy, she said, "Get out, Joey." "Sure, I'm getting. You don't think I wanta stick around and catch whatever you two got, do ya ?" ' "Get out, Joey, or I'll tell my mother." She was screaming and Joey turned and ran. "Come on, Bongo. Let's go see Mr. lVIcGrue." , Mr. McGrue was an old war veteran who lived in the basement of Mrs. Litchenstein's house up the street. Jessica ran down the stairs and out the door with Bongo held tightly in her arms. She burst through the open door of the basement apartment and saw Mr. McGrue sitting on a bench, whittling. "Oh hi there, Jessica. How are you and Bongo ?" "Just fine, Mr. lVIcGrue. Mr. McGrue, they're still making fun of me and Bongo." "Aw now, honey, I told you not to pay any attention to them. They don't know what real beauty is. VVhy, Jessica, I've been just about every- where and seen some mighty pretty women and I can't ever recollect seeing any as pretty and as graceful as you. And that Bongo . . . if he ain't the most gorgeous bear I've seen . . ." "Gosh thanks, Mr. lVIcGrue. That's awful nice of you to say that." "Well, ain't nothing but the truth, Jessie." "You know, Mr. McGrue, your saying it makes it true." "I'm glad, Jessica-I'm glad." "Good-bye, Mr. lVIcGrue." "Good-bye, honey." Jessica skipped home, now rejuvenated. Bongo even looked con- tented, resting in the perspiring arms of Jessica. Her mother was waiting for her. "Jessica, where have you been ?" "Just up to Mrs. Litchenstein's." "To see that Mr. McGrue ?" "Yes ma'am, but . . ." "I've told you that man is looney, Jessica. I-Ie talks through his head-don't you know that ?" Jessica just smiled enigmatically and stood caressing' Bongo. THE CRITIC STUDY HALL Whispering students and idle books,- Candy wrappers and mischeifvous looks,' Crossword puzzles and chewing gum,- Tired attempts to do that sum,- Rattled papers and stifled yawnsg .4 nd life-safuers And boredom And frowns. Empty shoes and tired fares,' Busy scholars and mental cases,- Library permits and hurried writingg Clock-watching and fingernail-bitingg Gadgets, mirrors, and desks out of line,' find hopes For the bell . . It's almost time. -JUDY F OSTER, '64. THE CRITIC ,L:"'.7Qii Q- , - ..f"f,.'f.x . I f'.f' "i..----- 52? y' "'q1"' fl fff fr 5-TVNN-wif QM- X -Q34 f-X... ,Jfffi ml -gg scsi 'C gf-gi ,X"f' -f ' Xl W --l' 4- - l "tif Ti' S v-j1m::ii3lv,f C avg I Sl F -if - xx--rg: , .-:Q-gig?-:if S:lj'jj, F rf' 3 I o X LLL!!! Georg P 64 KAREN CARUSO, '64 I HAVE become addicted to the Things. Actually the creature under discussion is a troll of Danish origin approximately two inches high with an added four inches of hair. The troll is the creation of an ingenious Dane named Thomas Dam who trademarked them "Dam Things." He exported them to the United States where they began to sell wildly. The impish creatures are purported to bring the bearer good fortune, pre- sumably through the power of his long locks. When I reached home with my prize purchase of one Dam Thing, I gently handed it to my sister who was talking so fast she didn't realize what it Was. When she reached a period, she glanced at the object she held and rendered a perfect blood-curdling scream, pitching it across the room. Panic-stricken, she turned to me and asked, "What was it? Tell me it wasn't real." My mother just looked at him sorrowfully and said, "With all the beautiful things in the world, who would want that ?" l would. I've become quite attached to those beady amber eyes that peer out over a squshed nose which overshadows the little, round pot- belly. For some reason the Things have a strange fascination. Perhaps they do have some mystical power. Maybe it all lies in their just being "Dam Thingsfl THE CRITIC 15' I Pansed A Moment Upon A Hill I paused a moment upon a hill, Gazed down at the garden below, To the red clay and the muddy .slopes Terraced by strips of snow, To the wooden stakes in perfect rows, Standing stark and bare,- To the withered fvines still clinging For a life that wasn't there,- To the rotted stems and yellowed leafoes With hardly a trace of green,' To an old tree through whose boughs A lone black crow was seen, To the many roots of the corn stalks Brittle, having worked so long, All that remains of the tassels And golden silk, now gone. How much is man like the garden In the winter of his day, Clinging to lost dreams and chances That now have passed away, Bitter or saddened or lonely, Unable to recall youth's song, Leafoing cold stone as reminder Of the life that has come and gone. -SALLY Woon, '6 5. THE CRITIC .13 14:5 Na 'v . li pw? --,ff I e'4vx47 f- J . . - ef., ' P 'fr ' e -If -fvf 4 s . , wx: Vt. 4, , u,,.y ,livin . s ,. N ' .- r ,gmc ' ilfjv' ".,' . -,ff 1 ' " 'p ,..F3 , ' '-axis,-,'3,f,' ,, 3, EJ Ay GENE MooN, '64 S a lad he had been strangely fascinated by the park, a fascination which stemmed from the loneliness and dreariness that blanketed it each night, converting it from a playground filled with laughing children, into a coffin-like chamber which echoed only the haunting sounds of the darkness. Even the trees changed, becoming huge inhuman hands, sway- ing to and fro in hopes of grasping something warm and fleshy and feel- ing for the hot gusts of night's breath. With each passing year the old park became more and more deterior- ated. Weeds overran the once beautiful and well-kept gardens, the 'creeks and ponds ran dry, their beds becoming parched and cracked, the lawn forever needed mowing and raking and the sound of a child's laughter was heard no more. But still one mortal remained loyal, and late each night he would come, like a shadow, silently, being careful not to make any noise for fear of awakening some secret demon of the night. - Every night for over three decades he came, but one night he found himself confronted with a young couple sitting on one of the old, dilapi- dated benches. At first he was filled with fear and anger, but being of a somewhat sound mind he overcame his fear by realizing that they were only two young people, seeking to be alone and enjoy the night together, and he reasoned that there was no sound basis for his anger. There would be room for the three of them in such a place. . ' But they came back. Each night for two weeks they returned, and each night, a resentment of their intrusion grew stronger within him. The atmosphere of the park had proven to be too weak to keep them away, so it was up to him to see that they never again trespassed on his domain. He would cause such a fear and dread to rise up within them that they would feel death's icy chill creep throughout their bodies whenever they would think back upon what they were soon to see. i They sat alone, watching the stars and each enjoying the other's 'rms CRITIC 17 company. The leaves of a bush rustled and out stepped a creature which appeared to be half -human. His hair and beard were long and unkempt, and his apparel was dirty and tattered. His eyes were like deep caverns and in each was a bright red flame dancing about madly, and in his hand was a small hatchet. They were overcome with fear as they watched him slowly raise the lethal weapon. The glitter of steel in the moonlight, a splatter of red, a scream of anguish piercing the silent night, and it was done. The sound of footsteps could be heard running along the ground, the footsteps of the two young lovers who vowed to never again enter the old stone gate which they now hastened to reach. As his life ebbed away, he realized that his venture had been success- ful, and that soon he would find the peace and darkness he had sought for so long. the intruder T T HE story which follows concerns -two people, a brother and sister, faced with an unusual household crisis. Before assuming the reason- ably impersonal role of "the Author" I wish to explain that this story is generally true and that its characters, the human ones that is, are close relatives and some of my favorites. They operate a very modern dairy farm and in spite of industrial ad- vances, they work hard. I have tried to portray them so that the variance from reality is only in names. I should also like to add that this story has neither a plot nor a moral. It is not intended to be humorous, although it might be called whimsical. 18 BILL DESMOND, '64 It is merely a recounting of an occur- rence with nothing to commend it except that I enjoyed writing it. When the alarm sounded, Annie gr 0 a n e d and rolled out of bed. CFarmers don't awaken to Chanti- cleer's call any moreg they rely on alarm clocks like everyone else.j She stepped into her bedroom slip- pers, slipped on -her bathrobe, and went down the hall to awaken ther brother, Mike, sleeping at the op- posite end of the ponderous old house. As every morning, he would dress and go to meet the men at the barn for milking and she would dress and descend to the kitchen and begin to prepare breakfast for Mike and THE CRITIC the men. The others might sleep later, but Annie and Mike were al- ways up at dawn. Her mission completed, she return- ed to her room and began to dress, but upon entering the bathroom she made an unusual, if not shocking dis- covery: there was a mouse in the bathtub. Few women, I'm inclined to believe, really scream at the sight of such a rodent, and Annie was not the screaming type. In fact, the mouse was rather pitiful as he scratched and scraped, trying to mount the smooth sides of the tub. How he got in there she couldn't imagine, but now the perplexing question was what to do with him. Like most farm people Annie loved animals. No stray dog had ever been turned away from her door. In fact, most had gotten past the door and found themselves com- fortable spots near the television set. Although her legion of cats that lived in the barn were supposed to hold down the mice population there, their great numbers made them more of a nuisance than the mice would ever have been. This particular fellow must have been a field inhabitant for the cats outnumbered the mice in the barn by at least two to one. At length, Annie decided to take a neutral stand. She would tell Mike and let him handle -the situation. She concluded her washing and, with a last glance at the bathtub and its small prisoner she left the room and went downstairs. It so happened that in preparing THE CRITIC breakfast, Annie used the last slice of a loaf of bread and noticed at the bottom of the cellophane wrapper, some bread crumbs. I won't involve the reader in the thoughts which flashed through her mind, but in a very few minutes she was ,tiptoeing back down the stairs with an empty cellophane bag in her hand and in the bathtub, the mouse was content- edly munching the bread crumbs. After breakfast, Mike, as usual, sat over his coffee and read the news- paper. At last, Annie decided to tell him about the intruder in the bath- room. "Okay, I'll take care of it" was all he said and went back to his newspaper. After a while, he put down the paper and started up the stairs. "In the bathtub, you say?" "That's rightf' "I'll take care of it." Annie went down to- the smaller barn to feed the calves. She mixed the grain carefully, poured the mix- ture into the trough and headed back up toward the house. She met Mike at the door. ' "Did you take care of him ?" "Yep. You know, he wasn't noth- ing but a little mousef' "I know." "Wouldn't a done any harm." "I know. What did you do with him ?" By now she knew as well what was coming as the reader does. "I let him go." . 12 CHARLIE ' CHARLES MURRAY, '64 . They called him Charlie, The "old man," or iusT plain "Pop," buT.he never responded wiThouT a biT oT hesiTaTion unless ex- ciTed. He was noT a very old man, buT counTed his years some- where in The sixTies. DigniTied in sTaTure, Though slow oT TooT, he could oTTen be Tound plodding along The road, each heavy sTep raising small swirls oT Thick, red dusT behind him. His aTTire was The simplesT, consisTing only of a "used" pair oT overalls, which neighbors Told me were once blue, a shirT which had noT seen The rungs oT a washboard Tor someTime, a red bandana Tied loosely around his neck, and an ancienT, baTTered Tedora siTTing TriumphanTly aTop his head. Wherever Charlie mighT go, a small, black dog oT quesTionable breeding was always Tound Trailing behind him. l-le would Trisk and run around The man, seeking his aTTenTion wiTh a varied degree oT success. Charlie's dwelling was a raTher unTidy hole, unpainTed ouT- side andunclean wiThin. BuT Charlie cared liTTle Tor The luxuries oT a modern home. l-le did have a Tew valuable possessions, however, among which were a small radio and a sporTy pair oT sun glasses which he wore regardless of The weaTher. Several Times a year he would be visiTed by a group oT well-meaning ladies from a local church group, who always Tried To enTice The "sheep" back To The "Told." This always proved amusing, Tor Charlie held Them in no higher regard Than his laying hens and meT "cluck" wiTh "cluck" unTil They reTreaTed down The road in disgusT. l-le was noT compleTely wiThouT religion, Tor every Sunday evening The vibranT voice oT Billy Graham would come driTTing Through The air Trom his liTTle radio. Some say Charlie was lazy and a Tramp, buT I Think noT. I-le was guilTy only oT living his own liTe in his own way, a crime Tor which There should be no punishmenT. 20 THE CRITIC ff. f if A ll 25 V l fb IV' , llllllili eww' :'l7'51llll'gS iW6'v"51v'9' WFM4 W9 r va V V 4 0 0 V1 J A fgwfgwb 4'4y!4!J 'Q' 'AJtgl,2,6,cX if S. 7' f W sim lllf llsil''iyw',rf'pAi' W4 of .""-hifi' ' if i-fell' N W ,ll ijt' 'li W As illllvllflw WMI p jl":',l,"ll'lllIHjjj St Of Melody Bell Who Fell In The We Sad is the story of Melody Bell. While filling the bucket she fell in the well. Of hope for her life there wasn't a glimmer For Melody never was much of a swimmer. She thrashed and she splashed, til soon she was tiredg And in darkness and wetness the maiden expired. Her And soul was found tainted with sins by the legions she quickly descended to appropriate regions. This reverent moral to maidens I tell: Live a virtuous life, or keep away from the well. -BILL DESMOND, '64, 64 ll J. C. Murphy, '64 MISS MELINDA LAURI13 DICKRNS, '64 T HE man took off his hat as the young lady stepped into the ele- vator. She scarcely wasted a glance on the man, but his piercing gaze did not escape her. She hated to keep looking at him but he was staring at her as if he Wanted to speak. A "Aren't you Melinda Banks P", he finally blurted out. His words echoed throughout the small elevator and startled the lady. "VVhy, yes. Am I supposed to know you?l' "Donlt you r e m e m b e r Mrs. Finkles' third grade class at Smith Grammar School? I'm the boy who sat behind you and wrote you all those love notes. l'm Ole Ted Hutch- ins. Remember ?" 22 "Oh, of course. Ole Ted." "Do you live in this apartment building? I'm on the fifth floor. It would be swell if we could get to- gether sometime. I'm a doctor now." "No, I don't live here. I'm going to a party on the seventh floor." "VVell, here's my floor. Certainly was good to see you again. I'll be calling you sometime, Melinda." "Bye now and call me just anytime, Ole Ted." ' "Seventh floor, mam," the eleva- tor operator called. Joe Brown Walked out of the ele- vator, held his sides to keep from laughing, patted his wig, straightened the seams in his stockings and headed for the masquerade party. THE CRITIC ff D! A Nice Young Man MEG CHRISTIAN, '64 T I-IE wild-eyed young man and lvlrs. Emma Brown, owner of the fastest mouth on River Street, were alone in the self-service elevator. She noticed the perspiration running down his face and the strange way he was shaking. But most of all she noticed that he was somebody to talk to. How she loved to talk. - ' "Hello, young man. Is anything the matter? Dreadful weather we're having, isn't it?" "Lady, I got something inside of me that's just gotta come out. I just gotta tell somebody 'cause I can't stand it any longer . . ." "There is simply nothing more depressing than rainy weather-- especially on a Wednesday! Wednesday is such a nice shopping day." "Please listen to me! Last night I had a fight with my mother. She said I was a no-good bum and ain't nobody gonna call me that and get away with it." "Like I was saying to Thelma the other day-Thelma, she's my next-door neighbor-there is the most wonderful little dress shop that just opened and they have the most wonderful bargains, and I simply must get down there and buy everything!" "So I took the carpet sweeper and hit her over the head and she screamed so I hit ther again-an-d then she fell on the floor and started bleeding all over the rug. I just kept hitting her and hitting her until she stopped bleeding . . ." "So here I am, and I just want' to tell you, if they have sold out of size 16 in the yellow chiffon, they are going to have an angry woman on their handsf' "Then I carried her body downstairs and put it in the Washing ma- chine and turned it on and then I ran out of the house. Ilve been running and hiding ever since and I just can't stand it any more. I'm going to go kill myself as soon as I get off this elevator." "And there's the most DARLING little French number in lavender and beige that I made them hold for me. I'm going to wear it at the bridge club party tomorrow night. The girls will simply shrivel with envy." "Oh Lord, lady, when I think of what I did to my sweet little grey- haired mother-she was 97-I'm not even going to wait until I get off! I'm going to hang myself right here. You better get off, lady. You won't want to see this." "Well, FINALLY! Thereis simply no excuse for an elevator being so slow. Ta, ta, young man. Nice to talk to you." As the elevator doors closed behind -her, Mrs. Brown said to herself, "What a nice young man. Not very attentive though. I don't believe he heard a single Word I said." THE CRITIC 23 Journal Found In An Empty Raft May 4-It is now two days since our ship Went down. In my mind I still see screaming shipmates begging to be saved. David Wanted to pick up everyone, fool that he Was, but our raft only holds two. We are hopeful that we shall be picked up soon, as these waters are frequently travelled. We took turns at the watch-six hours on and six hours sleep. May 6-No ship s spotted yet. I found David asleep on watch and re- buked him, I'm afraid a little too severely, for the took it pretty hard. Our water supply is noticeably dimin- ished, though we have plenty of food. May 9-Only one-third of our Water remains. I've put both of us on strict rations and David finds it a drastic change from the meals on board he used to grumble about. Both of us find six-hour watches unbearably long. May 10-Nearly all water gone, as David broke under the strain and gulped down a whole day's supply. I tried catching fish with a bit of string and a pin with some hardtack on it, but no luck. We've drifted off course and the sun grows hotter every hour. David is feeling poorly -he speaks with a rasping voice and often talks nonsense. I-Ie hates me for not taking on more survivors. 24 ERIC VVASHBURN, '65 May 11-Desperation! VVith water gone and hopes dashed, we keep three-hour watches. The heat is Worse than ever in the day, while the nights are very cool. David wet his shirt with salt Water to reduce the heat, and the night winds chilled -him terribly. I-Ie is mad with thirst and his hostility grows-he would kill me if he had the strength. lXfIay I31-I am lost. I say "I" be- cause David died last night, prob- ably from drinking salt water. He died in my arms, Whispering, "You'll be damned." Maybe he was right. lNIay I6-The days grow shorter and the nights are darker and colder. Thick fog has been closing in and the sun plays strange tricks indeed, for poor David's mouth seems to smile a little more each time I look at fhim. Not the healthy, boyish smile I knew, but a maniacal leer so hideous it contorts his handsome face . . . There! His teeth, I can see his teeth! His eyes have opened! . . . It must be rigor mortis or the salt air or something . . . May I7-I Wakened this morning to find that the rolling of the raft had pushed David's body so that his head was on my chest. I panicked and THE CRITIC shoved it away quickly . . . His eyes keep looking at me. I tried to close them, but I couldn't. If only I had saved the pin I was using to fish with. May 1 S-The body was beginning to rot and I had to throw it overboard. I wish I could have kept it on the raft Where I could watch it, but the stench was overpowering. lVIay I9-I awoke last night and in the moonlight I saw a hand clutching the edge of the raft. I reached out to touch it and saw on it the friend- f- ship ring I gave David. The hand slipped away-I thought I heard a little moan. I slept again and woke feeling cold hands around my neck. I sat up quickly, and heard a splash, but no one was there. May zo-This will probably be my final entry, as I must constantly keep Watch. I am fighting for my lifeg if I lose he will drag me under the waves to spend eternity in a cold, green hell. Night is approaching and my weary body begs for rest, but I dare not sleep. Arif: -'12 , in----"'AIA'-"'l?-11- Lf' .7 K 1 r., j .:ke....-4...-.-1:12.--iinjfqqlx , ' , ,ay Wff fy 1 X , y Hy ,diff ya? X 47.4 If X f j -. X I 1' V X ' . Z IW, W W y , I, I -gwgii I I f l I , iiizgexi 'V 44 717 V l 'lf I 1 -7 " I '4 r Q ' I. X 1 ju if ii T 'eg g o 'MW W ,ff ' ,r I M I at-Wi? if , Y ' f if Ha. ,mil x , 7 ,Ql.lwAfg,"x4' I x Y 4 , 1' 14 WL :m m f-Q 4 r .1 . w . x l ' " Shelrl F iedman, 66 THE CRITIC 25 'HIE 6355 5? Q a QQ i . I f ox Q 1585 ' gg 5:2 lg 1 Q J an ...... , r A. ,. X -, 1 I , AN V . 4 Q .Q fx ' '8g.'U Q ep N Sie Fir it xrfisfim . 0 -1379 tg? f I X A 9 N r v l , QX 5 ' 4 6 rg 1 5 1 an 4 av QW K -I QF. YN 313: --'- """'-'-::l' Wgi jl - 3 as iii lGf 9 ,wfsg - Hasan -- xx- - Mo: 4 ga Q, ." 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KU, 1 ,. ' ' In .Q an YE' ' I :il Xu X .U fl In ,I .sr-i '-v 4 A,f'?,'??xx 1,6 : JW'-154 I :":.' V' If "g U, 1' If 'I ' '-' . " if X ,l,i ':-:Ni- 1, I 7 'I .. . ' fly, , -. X I D- , p , Q . V, Q, .fl ' ' ' ' 'Q , '38-43' kffikff' . ,Q , LQLQFQ' , - f . - N - " ' ' h x ' ' - J . f 'S-Aubusk-5 House.. . - ' f -1' - ' ' - - 1M,,,,. - .., SANDUSKY "A Lady Of Magnificent Grandeurv CAROLYN Cons, '65 , AM going to pass on to you in this article something which I en- joyed very much. It is a story, a history of facts embellished by my own imagination. I shall try to be exact, but forgive my deviations. Take a seat and make yourself com- fortable. I suppose the best way to begin is to tell my own impressions. Though the subject of this tale is the San- dusky house, I shall treat her as a person, for she is a beautifully an- cient woman, a lady of magnificent grandeur. of grace, of wit, and of charm. She is vain, but her vanity becomes her. She is delicate yet stolid, for she has stood upon her hill for one hundred and fifty-six years. Now probably I have confused vou, so I shall tell you some facts. The Sandusky house is located in the Fort I-Iill section of Lynchburg. Doubtless you have seen it. There is a road perpendicular to the Timber- lake Road, opposite the Quaker Me- morial Church. Down this small road, named Sandusky for the house, is Sandusky itself. If one stood on the highway-once the Salem turn- pike-and drew a bow, and if an ar- row would fly that far, the arrow would strike precisely in the middle panel of the front door, so straight is the road to Sandusky. This road was laid out in I 808 by Samuel John- THE CRYTIC Art work by Charlano Holbrook, 'C' son when he built Sandusky. I-Ie must have worked hard, for the house was completed in two years. And it is a marvel of architectural science. All materials were made on the plantation by slave labor. There are scarcely any nails in the entire framework. There are wooden pegs, yes, but very few. The floor' sup- ports are notched in the wood of the foundation, which rests on brick sup- ports. I would like to talk more about this aspect of the house, but I am not very good at that sort 'of thing and you must see it for yourself-the earthy wholeness, the thickness of the walls, the enduring ruggedness. But, do-not let me deceive you, the house is not ungainly. The ceilings are high, which lends it grace, and the many windows tall, allowing much light. All of which brings me, in my dis- course, to the front entrance. In front of the house there is a circular drive ringed on each side by box- woods. The ones of the inner circle are small and full. those of the outer are tremendous. The boxwoods far- thest from the house are smaller, my size approximately, as remember. Then the bushes nearest the house, flanking the main door, are 22 feet in height. They reminded me of wo- men in full dresses, the taller, slim- mer ones in back, their escorts. The porch is not ilarge, nothing outland- 27 ish. Ah, but the entrance, my friends, that is a beauty indeed. The door itself is half again as large as the standard. It is bordered on the three sides by glass, on each side by panels. These panels of glass are very old, bearing a diamond-scratched date 1858, and the names or initials of many residents. Above the door is a fan window as wide as the door, and very high. The whole imparts a feel- ing of rich sparing grace, a tall lean luxury. Around the side of the house is a stone walk between two rows of box- woods, which now leads, purpose- fully, to nothing. This walk led, in the heyday of the house, to the kitch- en. If you go and stand there be- tween the boxwoods you can look down all around you-the h-ouse is on a hill-and see the land which used to belong to the house. A thousand acres once but it was reduced when portions were given to the eldest sons. It is now only four acres, the land on which the house stands. You can see also, from this position, the full length of the Appalachians, they stretch around the horizon a full hun- dred and eighty degrees. The -house was built facing directly south, at its back is the north, to the left the west, the right the east. Thus the moun- tains stretch an encompassing arm around the back of the house. But come with me into the front hall. There is a door on each side, the right to the dining room, the left to the parlor. On the right and far- ther back is a delicate upsweep of stairs, in the Queen Anne style. Stand here in this hall and let me tell you what I know of the history of the house. Samuel Johnson named the house Sandusky. He had been cap- 28 tured by the Indians previous to 1 808 and taken to the north of Ohio. There, by the Sandusky River, he lived with the Indians. So when he built the house, he named it San- dusky. Sandusky is an Indian name meaning "beside the still waters." And the house and name have be- come inseparable. johnson, for some private reason, moved his wife and daughters, in- deed, his entire household left twelve years after the house was finished. It changed hands several times. In 1842 the Hutter family bought it. And they were living in it when the house experienced its most historical moment. Sandusky was headquarters for the Union troops under General Hunter for the three days during the Battle of Lynchburg. The front hall of the house would still display, were it not for the obliterating Sanders of the un- knowing Adkinsons, the hoofprints stamped upon the floor when the first troops rode their horses through the front hall. The parlor served as a hospital for the Blue, and the floor of the room still bears the blood- stains. And since, as I have said be- fore, the house is well situated, Hun- ter had a hole cut in the roof of San- dusky, and a ladder placed there to serve as a lookout post. The ladder remains today. When General Hun- ter and his command moved into San- dusky for the three days, two of Hunter's petty officers were Ruther- ford B. Hayes and VVilliam McKin- ley. Hayes became president in 1877 and McKinley in 1897. Now if I have left nothing out, we shall move on. The Hutters lived there until about eleven years ago. And in 1952, the Neville K. Adkin- THE CRITIC sons bought Sandusky and have re- stored it, which brings us to the pres- ent. And yet I don't think Sandusky will ever live in the present, she has too much of the past. There are a few miscellaneous items I would like to tell you. The dado in the dining room is one width of native pine. VVilliamsburg wanted to buy the back stairs, because the treads were worn so intriguingly. There is a tiny attic over the kitchen. There are two windows, both very small, 'and one entrance, the width and height of one's shoulders-so you have to get down and worm through. In this room is an iron baby crib. It is too big ever to get His just Deserts out of any of the present exits, so there it sits. She is an old woman, magnificent and grand. If you go inside and stand quietly for a moment you can feel the soul of her. The old grand- father clock on the landing ticks on. She does not fear timeg it is nothing to her, she is old. The floors creak under you, she is not complaining, merely making herself comfortable. T-he walls squeak and tell you things she will not say. The windows are open, she does not fear. The plaster cracksg it is nothing to her. Tomor- row it may rain, but she is not afraid. The future is nothingg the present is here, but she lives in the past. VERY day the 3 :67 slowed down to make it 'round the Devil's Bend, and the dirty old man took advantage of the opportunity to jump off the freight car that had been his home for the past four days. But unhappily for him the train was going a bit faster than he thought. The ground rushed to meet 'him in a wild green and brown blur. He felt a sharp pain-then nothing. Pk Pk Pk "Alexander Frederick Bennington, III--that is your name and don't you ever forget what it stands for. The THE CRITIC LINDA STICKEL, '64 Benningtons have been leaders in this community and in this state for two centuries. My son, it's up to you to carry on the family name and carry it proudly. You won't let me down, will you, son P" He looked up. His eyes followed the proud lines of her face. "No, Mother. I won't let you down." PF PF Dk "That's his old lady up there in the front row. She sure looks proud, doesn't she ?" "Well, I guess she should be. He's 29 first in his class-leader of every- thing on campus. Practically runs the place is what my Benje says. Some people have all the luck. Proud old family, lots of money, fancy hon- ors . . ." "It ain't all luck. My joseph tells me he Worked real hard for those honors he's getting today. He'll go far, that boy." Pk Pk if "lVIr. Bennington? Mr. Simpson will see you now, sirf' "Thank you, miss . . . Let's see, now. Shoes shined, pants creased razor-sharp, new hat-everything's perfect. Al, my boy, you can't miss." As he Walked across the waiting room, the gold lettering on the door to the office glittered before his eyes. "Someday my name will be on that door." bk Ik Pk "Boyl There hasn't been a shindig this big since his old lady's funeral." "It's a big wedding, all right. And don't they make a lovely couple? She's so beautiful. She'l1 be such a wonderful wife for him." "Yes, she's a very accomplished young lady. A real prize for a rising young businessman like him." Pk Dk PII "Al, you can't mean itl What will you do ?" "I guess I'll have to make it good. He was my partner, and I'm respon- sible for those debts." "But, Al, he double-crossed you. 30 And where will you get that much money ?" "We can sell the house, and those bonds will help. We'll come out about even. We can move to a small- er house in another part of town. I can make a go of it, if you'll help me, darling." "Al, I Won't live like that. I'm not the struggling type. If you sell this house-I'll leave you, Al." "But it's a point of honor. I must do it." "Then you'll have to go it alone, Al." bk Pls Pk "Don't blame me. Oh, my darling, don't go. Don't go li' His conscious- ness was returning and with it the pain. He looked up at the sky. "I had to do it. It was the only thing I could do. Oh, Lord, what did I do to deserve this? I don't de- serve this. I don't deserve it!" bk Pk Pk "Here he is, Dad. Over herel He's still sleeping or somethingfl "Poor old rascal, must've tried to jump off a train and fallen. Run for help, son. He's dead." The boy Cast a frightened but curi- ous eye on the old man's face, even now twisted with pain. Then he turned and ran -off out of sight." "Poor devil--but what am I pity- ing you for? You're nothing but a dirty old bum. You probably got just what you deserved." THE CRITIC X t work by Linda Stickel, 64. 2 'z 35 33 5 55 .4 ix Q1 E 33 E ii 3, NZ xi 25 S A 5 4 Z if E 5, 52 S S X 5 5 5? is 51 54 I n ,K . Ax fx X ef' 7-Z' Tv f?"-217 "IWW f.-PM i I H - .. 3 'gill glfflrw l Q Uvszijm - - . .- I' ,1.- V - .l to ' , ,: : ph .I . PRETTIEST W H , I M "jf, all f iii, if +7 .I gl ' A I ',,, 1 'LW 't if GIRL I K i' Q9 VN-':, If 1 -4.5 ,aff i -fa . '? I AT ' fw- f A .1 fs, - I aaa: W2 'r Xpi Xlfjf T-FL"- V 1, 'fl f -' 'iffy THE we- , if .md NI ggi...-,' ?---..,g.,4f . ,Q ,, git- V9-4 gs., 1 I 5-'EEC f 4 'P ' -nilwaa . ,ta 265 iitilgiaaaf . ff 'fz,:S55'53- PARTY A "' 1 "-I -.Nye - 44949 , i- ' aa f-if - xv, I .X n ,gi -:: l . '.:-1 . ,.., , Q., -- -. Newt if 'Lf 5 K I 7 I l5:1: A A' '- 3i':5?Q1'5'?-21-522-1faifffi . ,L ir, af.-Lf-f":"""""" ' ' ---an-f Art. work by Bill Broazculc, '65, PATSY HUDGINS, '64 WAS visiting my grandson and his wife at Pearl Harbor. We were invited to a pre-Christmas gathering of civilian employees of the shops, ships, and officers of the Navy yard. There were an equal number of Occidentals and Orientals among the two hundred persons present. The tables were sparkling with gilded pineapples and birds of para- dise. The exotic decorations were rivaled only by the gay dress of the women. The little Chinese and Japanese girls were lovely and vivacious. Altogether, it was a festive party with everybody in a party mood. A Chinese gentleman who was perhaps fifty was introduced to me. We had a pleasant chat. He told me of his mother who lived with him. Though confined to a wheel chair, she was alert and happy. Then suddenly he burst out, "Do you know, you are the prettiest girl at the party!" To get to the point of this episode, you must know that I am eighty years old. Even when I was eighteen, I was nothing to look at. just then 32 THE cnrrrc my grandson came along, and the Chinese repeated the statement. "I was just telling your grandmother that she is the prettiest girl at this party," he said emphatically. Of course I was amused and pleased. Never, literally never, had I been told this until I was eighty years old and had met a Chinese! Among the things which age brings that are denied youth is that old age reminds others of their mothers or grandmothers or some elderly person they thought a great deal of. At the little neighborhood gathering at Pearl Harbor, I was seated next to the wife of a lieutenant commander. She turned to me and said, "You look very much like my mother. In fact, you are the image, the very image of her." "Does she live there ?" I asked. "I only wish she did," she said wistfully. "She lives in Virginia, and that is a long way from Hawaii-especially at this time of year." The lieutenant commander also remarked to my family upon my like- ness to his mother-in-law. This woman said good-bye to me with tears in her eyes. Your face, if it is on the sunny side of seventy, is a bridge which carries a friend or stranger away from the here-and-now into the presence of someone beloved long ago. The heartening thing about it is that you need not look like someone's mother or grandmother. just being old does lt. Suppose you are introduced to a stranger, a woman of whom you know nothing. After a few polite remarks, a glow comes to her face and she tells you about her mother or great aunt. She travele-d the bridge from you to someone she loved. It was a happy experience, both for you and her. I should qualify the statement that mere old age does it. It is old age plus an understanding heart and how an understanding heart manifests itself in various ways. If I had observed to the lieutenant commander's wife that government housing was inadequate for parties, I probably would not have looked like her mother. Tact and an understanding are two sides of one coin. Age has another asset that is denied to youth and that is perspective. For a two-year old, the immediate present is all there is. As age grows into maturity, the perspective increases: but for many, it does so very slowly. Young adults frequently seem to me to be like the early Egyptian pictures, in which everything is on the same level, with the feet turned sideways because the artists did not know how to deal with perspective. Compare this with Da Vinci's Last Supper, in which the room behind Christ and the disciples stretches back in perfect perspective. We shoul-d realize how much background can add to a picture or to life. If one has a background of sixty or seventy years of living, then humor, insight, and tolerance should stand out in bold relief. THE CRITIC 33 A FAMILY AFFAIR JIMMY RUHLAND, '64 The sfars were fwinkling on fhis frosfy night The brighf face of fhe full moon shone down on fhem as fhey sfood on her fronf porch. She was lovely and he wanfed fo ask her for a goodnighf kiss, buf he couldn'f gef up enough nerve. "Well, goodnight" he whispered. "Goodnight" she whispered. "Goodnight" yelled her fafher from an upsfairs bedroom window. Jim pleaded wifh Marian for iusf one liffle smack, and sure enough she lef him have if righf on fhe cheek-wifh fhe back of her lily whife hand! "You know," he replied, "any ofher girl would iusf flip if l offered fo kiss her." Marian assured him fhaf she wasn'f abouf fo do gymnasfics on her fronf porch in fronf of an audience for any old kiss. "May I fake you fo fhe baskefball game fomorrow?" he asked. V "Throw in a couple of candy bars and a drink and you've gof a'deal," yelled lvlarian's liffle brofher who was peeking from behind fhe door. "Gerfrude always gave me several goodnighf kisses," Jim pleaded again. .."ls fhaf Gerfrude, fhe Rose Bowl beaufy confesf winner?" asked lvlarian in asfonishment "No, I don'f fhink my grandmofher ever won any beaufy confest buf l'm considered fhe besf looking and besf all around boy in fown." , "Thats why l've decided fo move," replied Marian quickly. Thinking fhaf he was geffing nowhere fast Jim decided if was abouf fime fo leave. He glanced up af fhe window and waved goodnighf fo Marian's mofher and fafher. He peeped behind fhe fronf door and said goodnighf fo her brofher and sisfer. Finally geffing fo Blackie, who was growling, he gave him a fasf paf on fhe head. "Goodnight Marian, I hope you had a good 'rime." - "Well, don'f you wanf a kiss?" "No," he mumbled. "Jusf falking fo fhaf family of yours has complefed my evening." WINTER MOODS A mintrr Svrvnv BILL DESMOND, '64 Little snow will fall this night, for the moon is a barren globe and the concentric cloud circles enclosing it are at a considerable distance from its borders. The stars are without their soft summer glow, they are bit- terly clear, like the cold night around them which sweeps down to the dis- tant mountain peaks, luminous and shadowy in the moonlight. This same light falls upon the foot- high weeds matting the oval field. They would be a drab yellow in day- time, but are gold in the moonlight, each strandi visible as a stiff wind combs the expense and rustles the boughs of the trees enclosing it. The branches sway and the sprinklings of moonlight which find their way through them and' fall upon the soft bed of pine needles beneath are thus like light, puddling and flowing cease- lessly. There are no gusts, no sound but that of air in steady, unhurried motion. The silence is suitable, for this is a night of little more to do than stand and listen to the wind. Nancy Garretsou, '6-1. WINTER NMOODS 1112 Bamrr uf T - P The night is coldg the stars are brightg ' . The moon is bold with 'radiant iight. X The pond is still, the water iceg It braved the chill and paid the price. There is no windg a calm prevails. No foe, no friend the fireplace fails. The night is here, ah, here at lastg The night so dear each winter past, When fire-gods send their vassals nine To greet the wind in oak and pine And celebrate the premiere freeze On all my land among the trees. Ah, there they glide down from the sky. They pause beside the windmill high, And then they start their age-old danceg To every part they jump and prance. x Xu ' , All AL ' V 1. f s . -. , s ,.'. , 'Q ' ' SR f ' . -, - ss.. mf we . M ' .T 'ii ., Q- 4 'f A 1 x s as A A is A ... , .-.- Iv- , " il' a i':. L - , . i Qs: V . mu X 'Q ,. fi ' , fi Q' 1 Q' aw' J 75?-f is .s , 'ff if X Vi Q we l c y .. 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As tempos mount These vassals nine are hard to count. And now they swing clear to the side And form a ring and start to glide ln circle gay with greater speedy Indeed, they pay the wind no heed. .5 .xg 'ity'- 'V .X fz. Iaigiifsi' 5 ...E WINTER MOODS As speeds increase with every whirl The size decreases whirl on whirl 'Till soon they're just a glowing hall. Then up they thrust in column tall, They rise, they spin in soaring flight, On up and up, then out of sight. Alas, alas, it is the endg Once more they pass to home to end My midnight dream, my yearly prize, Which I can't seem to realize Is just a dream. -GALE DAY, '64. Ennvlg Zllahg ARIADNA MCKENNA, '64 Bitter! My mind formed many thoughts as I scanned the winter scene from the peak, but this one word dominated all others that dared enter my brain. I had seen people embit- tered when the world discovered that they weren't all they seemed, so I guess how she must feel. This spot was acclaimed by every- one as spring's loveliest sceneg I knew of many who had seen it in warmer days, but of none who had visited it in winter. It was amazing how like an aging woman was this mountainside. With no one to visit her, she took off her make-up and moped around. The bare trees formed lines on her brow and the folds in the slope were her wrinkles. The dry, barren hillside showed the wan woman's loneliness. I knew that the lengthening days and returning foliage would revitalize the lady and restore her beauty. I left quietly. Most people do1n't like company when they're not present- able. 38 r x WINTER MOODS A i I if v ' . X Rm Q , 1 , D . W A- ff, - n ' i fyl,-+2-if V. . e , f e Hy , .. , P Y gf ,EFX 5 if , N x Y Q is We if so l 1 if at 'Ks 739 9 L aff" f f ll V' 'i 1, g 1 . 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It reminded me of a fungus, a nasty, rotting, creeping, ever-present, destructive growth that slunk through the forest, desecrating and-exploiting. lt clung to the ground, a parasite, sapping the beauty and strength of the ground-turning it into a heaving wave of wetness that rolled and belched when I stepped down. l was careful where I walked, for it was slippery and deceiving and likely to pitch me down into the brown water that dashed by the path in a devilish of mad- ness, its violence taken from the snow. The snow was a virgin of beautyg she is now an old mother. How many people has she killed? . . A Mystery KAREN CARUSO, '64 Glacial water like black pitch oozed beneath the snow-cov- ered bridgerl stood on. The glittering tull moon added an Iridescent sheen to the bleak- ness. Beneath my bare hands the railing was mercilessly raw. An icy wind piercing to the mar- row made me shiver uncontroll- ably. All the elements were in- hospitable. THE CRITIC Naked black trees threw stark shadows on the untouched snow. Black-on-white hills sur- mounted each other, traveling back to meet the soot sky. The sole break in the monotony was the slow winding water. lts im- penetrable dark depths moved sluggishly on, hoarding all knowl- edge in calm, cold, eternal pres- ervation. 39 A winter Qlnntremt MEG CHRISTIAN, '64 OLD, white moonlight slices through the ashen haze of snow clouds, weaves among naked, black tree bones, crawls over the frozen, cracked earth, and comes to rest upon a dead bird with ice on its beak. A great hearth fire digests little sticks and belches forth radiantly in bursts of crimson gold. Its light dances around flushed, sweaty faces. People are drinking mugs of steaming coffee, singing bawdy songs, con- versing about the inconvenience of winter, and sneering at the attempts of the night wind to break open their windows. Upstairs children are asleep beneath their electric blankets, dreaming of steep sledding hills and thickly frozen lakes. The snow clouds burst open and white rain is blown down to cover mercifully the ugly ground and form a tiny mound over the little bird. And then the party is momentarily halted by the shriek of a Woman who has just discovered an open window and a dreadful sprinkling of snow- flakes on her silk bedspread. 40 ' THE CRITIC About The New Writers . . DAVID BROWN, a native Lynchburger, is interested in dramatics, Spanish Club, and sports, especially golf. His story, NARROWS, is his first article to appear in the CRITIC. GALE DAY, captain of the band, has written the poem that appears on our center page. Gale was born in VVinchester in 1946. This is his first entry. LAURIE DICKENS, a senior, was born here in Lynchburg in 1946. She was on the CRITIC staff in her sophomore year. She plans to go to Guilford College in North Carolina. JUDY FOSTER was born in Lynchburg but has lived in many places including Formosa. She is a senior and she en-joys writing poems. "Study Hall" is her first entry. PATSY HUDGINS, born in Lynchburg eighteen years ago, is a senior this year. Patsy was assistant editor of the Glass Eye her freshman year. Her short story is her first work to be printed in the CRITIC. - GENE MOON is a member of this year's Senior Day Court. Having worked two years on the CRITIC staff, this is his second short story to be published. Gene's favorite pastime is singing with his folk- group, the "Misty Chastelsf' JIMMY RUHLAND, an eighteen year-old senior born in Lynch- burg, has as his hobby photography. He currently is working on the High Ti-mes and appeared in the fall David Garrick play. A FAMILY AFFAIR is his first entry. PHYLLIS K. SMITH, a senior and native of Lynchburg, is co- editor of the CRITIC, and co-head Varsity cheerleader. 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Plan. from your firsf payday, Io- invesr a E E parf of your forrune . . . 5 '-: E E Invesr where your money is secure. E E For Your Fufure - "Save and Succeed" E E H VINE? E E A39 U"-Qi -2, aulLDuNe AND LOAN ASSOCIATION E 5 "' A E i IL Q I Home Office-1001 Church Street, Lynchburg 0 VI 6-1391 i E- -2 4 M11 chasm: HIII Branch -2015 wards Road Q VI 6-1811 E E 'KM 'I'I,ffxQ13X9 Amh 1 c ty B h-u. s. High y 29 N in o Vl 6-5335 E DICKERSON BUICK HOPKINS BRO'I'I'iERS. Corporation Realty Corporation A 407 Federal S+. RENTALS - REAL ESTATE INSURANCE Dial VI 7-5573 840 Church S+. Lynchburg, Virginia Dial VI 7-8838 THE CRITIC 5'5- SINCE l886 Fine Footwear Coleman's 9ll Main S'I'ree1' PEPSI'C0l.A For Speed. Convenience and Economy DIAL 846-6563 Lynchburg Ready-Mix Concrete Co., Inc. Strother Drug Company Wholesale Druggists Lynchburg - Richmond Esfablished I 853 Walker, Mosby and Calvert, Inc. RENTALS - AUCTIONS REAL ESTATE - INSURANCE 8I5 Church Sfreei' Lynchburg, Virginia JOHN E. GANNAWAY 86 COMPANY, INC. 920-922 Commerce Sfreei' HARDWARE Dial VI 7-5595 56 T H E CRITIC START your financial fufure wi+l'1 an accoun+ a+ FIDELITY NATIONAL BANK 13 branches serving Centra l Virg E. C. Glass Enrollment Boys l,2I7 Mens and Boys Shop . G' I I,224 Irs Botany I500l Suiis T0'IaI 2-44' McGregor Sports Wear FacuH'y Members I20 Van Heusen Shirts The Presidential Motor Inn 0 Every Motel Convenience 0 Every Hotel Service 0 Every Guest A V. I. P. Call 845-5975 I . G. C. DeW'itt Co. . For 'the Bed In Bowhng Wes-lover Shopping Cenier Duck Pins or Ten Pins X:-ITIqNDiS PAINTS Phone VI 7-6637 3008 Memorial Ave. Lynchburg. Va. 58 THE CRITIC OFFICIAL SCHCOL JEWELERS ' DIAMCND MERCHANTS ' ' KIRK STERLING ' ' GUILD OPTICIAN S X , I 919 Main Street "Lyn.chburg's Oldest Jewelers" Conveniently located throughout the city VIRGINIA LAUNDRY CRUTCHFIELUS THE WASHING WELLS Professional care keeps clothes good looking and new NEWSPAPE-RS 'ZLi'2.'1?3Lf"REZL' ?J.S1"ZZeiZ"Z1Tf' FEATURING THE NEWS Published by The Lynchburg News. Inc. 'H19 VQFY l5i95'l' THE DAILY ADVANCE Published by F A S H I O N S The Lynchburg Daily Advance. Inc. Serving G g Coniral V1 g for BOYS or GIRLS Chamber of Commerce 'From LYNCHBURG, VA. VV ll ll., LS : C A Nl IP When in Virginia - If ls Lynchburg 8 I 9 Main Street 60 THE CRITIC ef Qiffaygtawa iam I I I I I I I I These Famous Brands put the American Family I on a SMART FOOTING Everywhere! I l i NATURAL BRIDGE FASHION CRAFT ' MIRACLE TREAD Afe Jr. shoes for boys I AXG shoes for men BOB SMART JR. BOB SMART KI-YAKS BILLIKEN LION BRAND You'll see Them in Leading Shoe and Department Stores from Coast to Coast MANUFACTURED BY Cracldock Terr Facfories af Lynchburg. Halifax, Farmville, Chase City. Lawrenceville and Vicloria. Virginia THE CRITIC 61 Flavor Fresh from +l1e Home of Qualify . . wnmmzfp 57541070 A Wedivugc ! ' Gunn: A PAST M p1rUi'lE'Eb H0MUGElNfuR'zE" 'MEIN vurAMnN'ZlfD Hvnnwn LYNCHBURG-WESTOVER DAIRIES, INC. Millma : ' in F .-Q-11222 :I up f -f--- N - 92 Y' 'Mss:x5:fss:bf-' -. 2 . 555:52 - 1 " Aman-4. mrniwrmla a , I v 4, I 4 w , V Grea S OTBS . Ilia d" WW! " ' 'L' fi ,, a ' ' -we ' To Serve YOU ' 1 -- Q . N ,,,. ,M..........- N ""' i Q' X' 1 . ' - .fffkkiiwss , . -14242-Sax ba . . . Nc: LEX ":"5iS?5x3Q5EQr.Nf1N? 1, -29 X NN-Q ' 'r - .N-:--' X N ' . . PiH'man Plaza Elghfh and Mann Sfreefs THE CRITIC QRHIIQ ilurhzm, 15121. Imporiers SI Reiailers Finesf GenI'Iemen's Apparel Piflman Plaza DORNIN-ADAMS CO. INCORPORATED ROOFING and SHEET METAL WORK 9I0 Orchard Sf. Lynchburg, Va. Dial VI 6-8456 A. G For Eye Care Consull Your Eye Physician For Eye Wear ConsuI'l' Your Guild Opfician 'Af V' .r G. JEFFERSON round Floor Allied Ari: Building LYNCHBURG, VIRGINIA EXCLUSIVELY OPTICAL YGUR ALLIED PHARMACIES Prompt Delivery from Your Nearby Druggist FOREST HILL PHARMACY, Inc. FORT HILL PHARMACY. Inc. Old or I' d Hill F es Roa Dial VI 5-3466 Forl' Dial VI 7-4456 ROBERTSON DRUG STORE, Inc. WESTOVER PHARMACY. Inc. Che H'II Wes End sinut I Dial VI 5-l239 1' Dial VI 5-3473 Qyhiffelz giuzeraf gfome, nc. 1336 Turk ffvenue - Qin! VI 5-452l Cimberfake would - wid CE 9-U33I .gyncfzfurqg .Maxi .Modern Ghapef THE CRITIC 63 Kiah T. Ford 86 Co. Realtors 207 Ninih SI'reeI' CENTRAL VIRGINIA'S SCHOOL FOOD SERVICE J. W. Wood WHOLESALE eszocen, mc. HIGHEST PRICES For AII Grades of Scrap and Wasie Maierial Lynchburg Iron and Metal Co. Lee s Mobile Homes Wrighr Shop Road, Madison Heighfs, Va. fur IIIIY cnncmfu urs N QQ 391: ,aw ,Q . NG I " I I L , ln new swrvel case I.-..- - .... ......-..., I nasonnuzsn, individually for each member of I k d E y urfamilylgav I I. .... -..---..--....-..-.I A , A ...., . ,.,:g: :..g,g.:.g.3.g.g.g.-.533-.-.:i::. 1 .-51512: xxx Q x Q -. .gqmguxk vs. K L cracked, r W'-'- I ? work-sore 5. ...,,..... . gi:I.-1-1"-:-:-:-:-:-:':-:,:-:-:-:Az -.,,. .,....,. ,,. ..,... ...-.,,,. , HELPS HEAL 1:1-:fr ,::1:1::::,:::pzs1j:gfj ggQ:i:f:Q:QZQ " TZQZQZEIQ I 2:Q:5:f:Q:Q:f:, Q -3:5232 .,., l , 2 1 Ll. :::Z.L:L:1: .:., 1 1 ::::. ...::.: H A WHILE TIIEY'IIE WIIIIKING- even in water! 5 7 LV 'A-, Dial VIcIor 7-572I Aubrey Lee, Owner iiffffiffffiffffffffSfQEEEQEQEQEQEQEQEQIQEQEIf MADE, IY THE MAKERR or 'crmr sncK'. 64 THE CRITIC Lynchburg's Leading Furniiure Si'ore" "You'll Like Trading ai' Whefhar you wani Mod- ern or Tradifional furnifure you'll find large assof menis of the besi' af McGehee's. Be sure io see McGel1ee's large sioclz of fine furniiure before mal:- ing any purchase of furni- fure. CONVENIENT TERMS 9 FURNITURE McGehee's" FOR 'UNE CONNER PRODUCE Engravers FIC. WHOLESALE of the ERUITS and VEGETABLES LYNCHBURG, VIRQINIA J6'H'.eI'SOI'l Dlii and CREST - -I , X5 Lynchburg Engravmg 5 4' 4 . Company Z L M374 65 THE CRITIC Randolph-Macon Woman's College Lynchburg, Virginia - WILLIAM FLETCHER QUILLIAN, JR., Ph.D., LL.D., Presidenl' h Randolph-Macon Woman's College has long been recognized as one of Ihe leading colleges for women in America. II' is approved by all The nalional slandardizing associaiions, i'rs charier of Phi Beia Kappa was ihe iirsi' granied 'ro a Souihern college for women: ils degrees are accepied by all universi- ries in Ihe Uniied Siales and foreign couniries for uncondi- Iioned admission 'ro Iheir graduale schools. A SOUTHERN COLLEGE WITH NATIONAL RECOGNITION AND NATIONAL PATRONAGE -1 For Cafalogue and De'I'aiIed Informafion, Address THE DIRECTOR OF ADMISSIONS Randolph-Macon Woman's College, Lynchburg, Virginia 66 THE clunc " 'r ' g MW Disfribuled By Hill City Tobacco Co., Inc. S. O. Fisher, Inc. SPORTING GOODS EDUCATIONAL TOYS 8: GAMES Over I25 Years Guaranleecl Sales and Service Dial VI 6-2779 I024 Main S'l'ree'l Dial VI 5-592I Piliman Plaza JOHN P. HUGHES MOTOR CO., Inc. DODGE - SIMCA TRIUMPH - WHITE TRUCKS 800 Commerce SI'ree'I' DIAL VI 5-45II TEXAS TAVERN 6II Main S+. Lynchburg, Virginia Hughes Dry Cleaning Corp. I60I Parlc Avenue Dial VI 7-7756 Lynchburg, Va ADAMS MOTOR COMPANY Lynchburg? Exclusive IMPERIAL - CHRYSLER DeSOTO - PLYMOUTH - VALIANT SALES - SERVICE 8 I 3 Fiffh Slreel' Dial VI 5-3456 THE CRITIC 67 Currenl Rafe on Savings 4-'Kp Per Annum Compounded QUARTERLY QQHUAQ- X A ,A X' 2 FIRST FEDERAL , m i 2 T SAVINGS AND LOAN ASSOCIATION OF LYNCHBURG Q WK Y Home Office: Main Sfreel' ai IOIh Dial: VI 5-237I Plazavue Branch: Memorial Avenue a+ Waclsworih Sfreel' Dial: VI 7-4437 One hour's free parking: Hours: 9 To 3 Monday Through Thursday Allrighi Virginia Lois 9 To 6 Friday i "Where Thousands Save Millions Fasler Wilh Insured Safely" LYNCHBURC-5'S OLDEST INSTITUTION I I W. D. DIUGUID INcoRPoRA:rEn guneraf .pirecfors DIUGUID SERVICE COSTS NO MORE :ole RIVERMONT AVENUE DIAL VI 6-2726 LYNCHBURG. VIRGINIA 68 THE cnrrrc Virginia has more 'Hman l6,000,000 acres of Foresi' Land. Do your parl' 'ro lceep 'l'l1ese acres producing high qualify iimber. Keep 'ioresl' fires our of flue woods. Help keep Virginia green. 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