Glass High School - Crest Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)
- Class of 1964
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VOLUME LXlll WINTER-SPRING, 1964 NUMBER z
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Published Fall, Winter and Spring by the Students of
E. C. GLASS HIGH SCHOOL
CRITIC AND CREST 54.75
Editor-in-Chief A RIA DNA MCKENNA
Art Editor JACK SUTOR
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
Literary MR. WILLIAM D. KING
Art MISS JANE WHITE
Bdsiness MISS MARGARET WILLIAMS
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5 NARROWS-David Brown f' lf T,-Ll. GSU
Two con men find success in face of obvious failure. 5 E..
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itt irl eeks and finds refu e in a small E3 1 1,6550 'f
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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 '
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.
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
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
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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?
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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
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
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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
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
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
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
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
Stacy stopped and sat down on a
log to wait for his traveling compan-
"If I wait for you, I won't get to
this farm I've been willed before
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
"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
It was a truck and Stacy and his
companion were soon heading to-
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
"Now Where's the farm?" asked
Stacy's companion half jokingly as he
glanced about the surrounding woods
"Right over there, Hank," said
Stacy, referring his companion to the
"See ya later, fella," returned
Stacy's friend as he started walking
"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
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
"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."
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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.
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.
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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
"Well, there ain't anymore," re-
They both broke into laughter and
leaped into the air and then sprinted
down the road.
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
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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.
--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-
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
lNIr. lVIartin is tall, has white hair,
and a moustache. He laughed and
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
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
Photos by J. Bullington, '64,
. . . his work
and Pennsylvania he is called by his
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
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
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.
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PHYLLIS KAY SMITH, '64
HE had been running so long now that she couldn't hear the taunting
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voices of the other children. Her breathing came ar an
she slowed down to mount the steps to her house. She stopped midway
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u the steps to pull her socks up from her shoes and er a1r e
face. With an awkward gesture, she tucked it behlnd her ear andbas-she
did she saw the old man on the porch next door and he was grmnlng.
He made her blush and she hated him for it. She went inside and laid
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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
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.
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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
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
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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."
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.
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
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,'
For the bell . .
It's almost time.
-JUDY F OSTER, '64.
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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
THE CRITIC 15'
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.
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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.
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.
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 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
It so happened that in preparing
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
"In the bathtub, you say?"
"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'
"Wouldn't a done any harm."
"I know. What did you do with
By now she knew as well what was
coming as the reader does.
"I let him go." .
' 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.
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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.
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,
J. C. Murphy, '64
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
"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 ?"
"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.
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
"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
"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
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.
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
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-
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.
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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-
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
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-
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
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-
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
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-
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-
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
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-
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
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
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
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
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.
And where will you get that much
"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
"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
"Then you'll have to go it alone,
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."
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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
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
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
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
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
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
.."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."
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-
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.
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The night is coldg the stars are brightg
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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
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The time is here, the moment prized,
When fun and cheer and glance minimized,
For ritual old must now proceed.
The wind so cold now starts to breed.
They go out on the silver ice.
The shiny pond must now suffice
As stage and set for ritual dire.
By winds are met their clothes of fire,
They glisten as their father Sun,
Who makes the path on which they run.
The headmen turn and lead the rest,
As crystals churn from feet hard-pressed.
To keep in line. 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
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The size decreases whirl on whirl
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Then up they thrust in column tall,
They rise, they spin in soaring flight,
On up and up, then out of sight.
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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.
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-
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Snow: Another View . .
CAROLYN COBB, '65
T HE snow lay like a sickness over the ground. Mottled, scarred,
blotched, it lay in random heaps. Footprints and the hairy scratches
of bird tracks and the rotten cavities left by 'yesterday's rain had raped
the snow and left it ugly. 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-
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-
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
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
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. BONGO is just
one of many delightful stories Written by Phyllis for the CRITIC.
JOHN WHEELER, though born in Lynchburg, has lived in Am-
herst for most of his life. John is one of the academic leaders of the
sophomore class. This is his first piece for the CRITIC.
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Acree 86 Peck, Inc. WE ,I W OUAUW
GIVE ONQMQ MEATS
s R H U ' 9 FARM
REAL ESTATE and INSURANCE ,. X ,. A I'
GREEN 9. K if S FRESH
STAMPS 3,j2gMX,e PRODUCE
Alhed Am B""d"'9 iam Mm s+. ' ' sou Fori Ave.
30l I Memorial Ave. 2480 Rivermonf Ave.
Virginia Lawn and
COMPLETE LANDSCAPE Con Inc'
sooo Forf Ave. Dial 239-074I
Trent's Gulf Service D. A. Hines Co., Inc.
3 I 6 I2II1 S'I'ree'I
Corner Twelffh and Kemper SIree'I's Dial VI 7-4422
PAINTS AND WALLPAPER
DIAL VI 5-478I PICTURE FRAMING
Carrington - Dirom, Basten Rule Book
Rs. IOI5 Church S+.
INSURANCE -- REAL ESTATE Phone VI 5-8588
FOR SECURITY -
. . . as an employee
. . . as a policyholder
see us, we'd like to talk to you about it
NATIONWIDE INSURANCE COMPANIES
5401 Fort Avenue Lynchburg, Virginia
THE' CRITIC 53
76: F iVf'l'lI10I12
DRY CLEANING 81 LAUNDRY
"Shirts a S pecialtyn
Dial VI 5-2324
Virginian RS "Ford"
LyncI1burg's Largesr AuI'o Dealer
'I2+h 8: Couri' SI'reeI's
Dial VI 7-884I
Luther Legmnd, Chrisfian Book
Flowers 'For all Occasions
4I I7 Boonsboro Road I7 Wadsworih had
Mr. and Mrs. Thomas E. Gilbert Props.
BOOKS - BIBLES - SUPPLIES
Telephone: Vlcfor 6-6679
Across from Piifman Plaza
AMES T. DAVIS, INC.
"Lynchburg's Leading Paint
and Wallpaper Store"
DIAL VI 6-5234 I225 MAIN
A SURE START TO SUCCESS WITH YOUR
HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMA IS TO ENTER
PHILLIPS BUSINESS COLLEGE
X LYNCHBURG, VIRGINIA
9 Higher Accounting 0 Bookkeeping
0 Secretarial 0 Stenographic 0 Salesmanship
1 ' -1
' Lynchburg's Oldesi' Savings 8: Loan AssociaI'Ion 2
The average worker earns a forfune Ioefween his firsr and Iasr pay- E
E days . . . abouI' SI75,000. Plan. from your firsf payday, Io- invesr a E
E parf of your forrune . . . 5
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
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DICKERSON BUICK HOPKINS BRO'I'I'iERS.
Corporation Realty Corporation
A 407 Federal S+. RENTALS - REAL ESTATE
Dial VI 7-5573 840 Church S+. Lynchburg, Virginia
Dial VI 7-8838
THE CRITIC 5'5-
9ll Main S'I'ree1'
Speed. Convenience and
Concrete Co., Inc.
Lynchburg - Richmond
Esfablished I 853
Walker, Mosby and
RENTALS - AUCTIONS
REAL ESTATE - INSURANCE
8I5 Church Sfreei'
JOHN E. GANNAWAY 86 COMPANY, INC.
920-922 Commerce Sfreei'
Dial VI 7-5595
T H E CRITIC
13 branches serving Centra
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
0 Every Motel Convenience
0 Every Hotel Service
0 Every Guest A V. I. P.
I . G. C. DeW'itt Co.
. For 'the Bed In Bowhng Wes-lover Shopping Cenier
Duck Pins or Ten Pins X:-ITIqNDiS
Phone VI 7-6637
3008 Memorial Ave. Lynchburg. Va.
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
THE WASHING WELLS
Professional care keeps clothes good looking and new
'ZLi'2.'1?3Lf"REZL' ?J.S1"ZZeiZ"Z1Tf' FEATURING
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
Chamber of Commerce
VV ll ll., LS : C A Nl IP
When in Virginia -
If ls Lynchburg
8 I 9 Main Street
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These Famous Brands put the American Family
I on a SMART FOOTING Everywhere!
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
Facfories af Lynchburg. Halifax, Farmville, Chase City. Lawrenceville and Vicloria. Virginia
THE CRITIC 61
Flavor Fresh from +l1e Home of Qualify . .
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LYNCHBURG-WESTOVER DAIRIES, INC.
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PiH'man Plaza Elghfh and Mann Sfreefs
QRHIIQ ilurhzm, 15121.
Imporiers SI Reiailers
Finesf GenI'Iemen's Apparel
SHEET METAL WORK
9I0 Orchard Sf. Lynchburg, Va.
Dial VI 6-8456
round Floor Allied Ari: Building
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
Dial VI 7-4456
ROBERTSON DRUG STORE, Inc. WESTOVER PHARMACY. Inc.
Che H'II Wes End
Dial VI 5-l239
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
Kiah T. Ford 86 Co.
207 Ninih SI'reeI'
SCHOOL FOOD SERVICE
J. W. Wood
WHOLESALE eszocen, mc.
For AII Grades of
Scrap and Wasie Maierial
Iron and Metal Co.
Lee s Mobile Homes
Wrighr Shop Road,
Madison Heighfs, Va.
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Dial VIcIor 7-572I
Aubrey Lee, Owner
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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-
McGehee's" FOR 'UNE
of the ERUITS and VEGETABLES
Lynchburg Engravmg 5 4' 4 .
Company Z L M374
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
For Cafalogue and De'I'aiIed Informafion, Address
THE DIRECTOR OF ADMISSIONS
Randolph-Macon Woman's College, Lynchburg, Virginia
66 THE clunc
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Hill City Tobacco Co., Inc.
S. O. Fisher, Inc.
EDUCATIONAL TOYS 8: GAMES
Over I25 Years Guaranleecl Sales
Dial VI 6-2779 I024 Main S'l'ree'l
Dial VI 5-592I Piliman Plaza
JOHN P. HUGHES
DODGE - SIMCA
TRIUMPH - WHITE TRUCKS
800 Commerce SI'ree'I'
DIAL VI 5-45II
6II Main S+.
Dry Cleaning Corp.
I60I Parlc Avenue
Dial VI 7-7756 Lynchburg, Va
ADAMS MOTOR COMPANY
IMPERIAL - CHRYSLER
DeSOTO - PLYMOUTH - VALIANT
SALES - SERVICE
8 I 3 Fiffh Slreel'
Dial VI 5-3456
Currenl Rafe on Savings 4-'Kp Per Annum
QQHUAQ- X A ,A X' 2 FIRST FEDERAL , m i
2 T SAVINGS AND LOAN ASSOCIATION OF LYNCHBURG Q
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
W. D. DIUGUID
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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THE MEAD CO'RPORATION, LYNCHBURG DIVISION
' P T 0 E Hollin's Mill Drive-In
and I707 Hollins Mill Road
Where Teenagers meei for
RE ALTORS - INSURORS Good Food ai' Reasonable Prices
2I7 Ninfh S+, Dial VI 5.1341 Wifh Quick Service and Good Music
SOUTHERN AIR, INCORPORATED
Plumbing, Hearing, Air Condi+ioning
MONROE G. BALDWIN G. A. COSTAN M. l.. REDWOOD
Vice-Presideni Presideni Secrefary-Treasurer
THE CRITIC 69
GET TO KNGW THE MAN AT
HND HE'S GLAD TO KNOW
YOU BETTER AND ALWAYS
GLAD TO HELP!
THATS WHY HE'S THERE!
f A Trust and
Savings Bank '
Mumba' Fudarsl Duponll lnnunmua Carporcilon
l020 Main S+. 36l6 Campbell Ave
Tate Springs Rd. Timberlalre Rd
Rt. 29, Madison Heights
WHEN YOU ARE!
You may already be saving some of your
after-school or vacation earnings toward
college. Or perhaps you're class or club
treasurer with funds to handle. Come in
and let us help. Let us be your bank today,
just as we hope to be your bank in future.
FIRST Sz MERCHANTS
HATEVER your require-
menfs .... we shall
appreciafe +l1e oppor-
+uni+y of aiding you in
securing +l1e besl' possi-
ble values in ....
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