Black Hills State University - Eoicha Yearbook (Spearfish, SD)

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SUMNER EHHINS The sun rises and unconscious fingers seek ou+ iangling clocks. +hen bodies reach for one Ias+ +ouch of Iasf nighf's play. +hen +urn abou+ +0 s+ar+ +he day. CigareHe smoke and muscles s+re+ch ou'r; cool showers +0 make +he senses shout Breasf now covered in coHon firms 3 foofh-pasfe kiss as s+ockings +urn. 26 Taxi drivers unfriendly +0 +hose 'roo sfubborn +0 smile. For early +hey 'rose +0 seek ou+ +heir love wi+h slipper in hand, or fumble +heir way pas+ a newspaper s'rand. Insidious hea+ brings +he lunch hour in- Iigh+weigh+ clofhes are close +0 +he skin; a cocldail hour a+ +he corner bar. +hen back +0 +he Io+ +0 pick up +he car. Throughou+ +he park where lovers walk. down by +he river where in+ellec+s +alk in shadows +hais cover an af+ernoon kiss: now kisses grow longer in momenfs of bliss. Then aHer +he da+es of dining and dancing simple apar+men+s become now enfrancing. And only +he dial on +he radio glows as lovers surrender and hang up +heir clo+hes. All +hrough +he nigh+ +hey dream or dream no? on silken sheefs or dir+y co+; +he rhyfhm of life beai's on in each head'- dis+urbed once again by +ha+ iangling s+ari'. +he is I cell gei are cor ch

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.;u...-....... . He was ushered into the same room, but was it the same? The homey library atmosphere had changed. The great antique desk had been replaced by a bare table. The rocker was gone. Efficient shutters hung at the long windows, and the now un- filtered glare gave the whole place the barren look of a clinic. Cold, grey light silhouetted the stocky figure of a man sitting behind the table. He looked up. His face creased instantly with a robot smile, and his eyes, un- changed behind the thick lenses, remained twin microscopes. itSit down? he said. It was more command than invitation. ttI imagine you are wondering why I sent for you. Without waiting for a reply, he went on, ttI was examining some old files of your newspaper, the Red Start - I believe at that time it was known simply as ithe Stari - and I was interested in an editorial written for the October 18, 1964 issue. Do you remember that editorial? Again, without pausing for a reply, the voice continued, iiYou should remember it, you wrote it. A very clever one it was, too. You seem to have been much more perceptive than your col- leagues. Perhaps your younger eyes could see farther. We need men of your vision in the Party. But Iim coming to that later. Right now, I want to refresh your memory of this writing. Picking up the newspaper which lay on the table in front of him, the High-One began to read from its editorial page. His Oriental accent at times distorted the English. The title announced simply, NToo Late? Under that, in one paragraph, a young re- porter named L. Jamison had written: itThere have been many re- actions to this weeks earth- shaking headlines. Our com- placency may even have been slightly disturbed for a moment, but we have been immediately lulled into our accustomed state of stupidity. There is no need to worry about the infinitesimal explosion of a tiny atom bomb somewhere way off in the Mon- golian wasteland. tIt will be years, if everf say the high-in- command, before anything of the least possible destructiveness can come out of that primitive culture? No one notices the little pebble which, dislodged by the explosion, rattles harmlessly down from the heights. No one hears the muffled roar of the mighty avalanche behind it. With ears attuned only to What we want to hear, with eyes blinded to all we do not wish to see, with mouths uttering non- sensical banalities we continue merrily on our way? The voice stopped and the piercing eyes again focused on L. Jamison. ttTell me, Reporter Jamison, just why did your so- ciety weaken? You were almost too easily taken over, you know; it was like - the face again creased with mirthless smile t2- like stepping on a bug. Jamison did not answer. He sat as one in a trance, staring into space. He could not give voice to his thoughts, tiYes, bugs! That is just what we had become. Fat, over-fed termites! Blind to all but our physical drivings, liv- ing only to satisfy our greedy appetites. Silly, scuttling bugs! We deserved to be smashed? ISO L AT I O N MILDRED McCLUSKEY What is this sadness that returns again As sun's last ray slants seaward in the west. Guilding that speck of ship which yet remains Poised lightly as a gull upon the crest? What lurks here in the gathering dusk with me As homing bird sends back its plaintive call. And shrouding mist trom rush of surfacing sea Veils stars' cold gazeeexcluding me from all? Night taIIs-the sea awaits more ships. more suns. The sad note ends as bird has found its mate. The new moon rising. with a star communesI And I. alone. am left to human fate. I-l alone, of all. am not attuned. I-I alone. stand sentenced to man's doom

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Evil is bul confusion. Whal sfrikes one when lalking wifh a criminal is his confused value sysfem. He has los+ all sense of proporfion. He imagines +he mosl absurd +hings +o be wodhwhile. The bes+ man is +he man who sees mos+ clearly. Ignorance is no+ +he absence of knowl- edge. The lou+ knows as much as +he servanl'I only his informa+ion is liH'er. Having no men+al order. he has no force. The ignoran+ mind is no+ a blank, H is a dump-heap. Disease is confusion. Good heal+h is +he harmony of all one's organs. Pain is physical mufiny and rio+ among +he cells. When +he body organs work +0- gefher you are well; however. when you are ill +hey break l'heir ranks and be- come a mob. I dipped my pen in bitter ink to write of man. Instead I saw a selfless priest among lepers in Molokai. I saw Samaritan succor Jew 0n Judean road. I saw a soldier aid wounded enemy at Fredericksburg. And my hand shook and spilled the ink into the mud close by those pearls. Mark Young Insanify is menfal confusion. Morbid- i+y. despair. self-pHy. and olher insecur- i+ies of +he mind are indica+ions of undisciplined +houghl'. What we call sin is bu+ confusion of desires. The commanding lorces of wis- dom. will, and principle have given in and are given over +0 loofing. Love is order. If is a sorl of super-wisdom. a divine knowledge. a feeling of whal' +he infelligence canno+ reach. Love adiusfs all fhings. Love sees far ahead, H is no+ blinded by +he present Jealousy. hafred are blind. They do no+ see fads. buf baHer +heir heads againsf +hem and s+umble in +he dark. Success. in a real sense. never comes as +he resull' of seeing clearly whaf we want These Three Roberf Fallbeck If you are confused. do no'rhing. Wail un+il +he s+orm clears. Goodness is clar- ify of heart Wisdom is clari+y of +he mind. Happiness is clari+y of +he soul. Fai+h. hope. and clari -+hese +hree - bu+ +he greaiesf of 'r ese is clarify.