Bucknell University - L Agenda Yearbook (Lewisburg, PA)

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Mr. Blanchard S. Gummo iit Long, long ago in The Vallev of the Buffalo, there was a father who had three sons. And these three brothers were as similar and as different as three branches on the same tree. The eldest was called Ab. He first saw light on a warm summer day and soon began to grow and flourish, until all who saw him began to doubt that he would ever stop growing. But Ab never became concerned about his growth. For c ' en though he passed through some awkward stages in his development, he alwavs knew that in time he would achie e his fullest stature. And his senses began to become more sensi- tive and perceptive, until one day he felt a tingling in his mind and in his fingers; and these sensa- tions were so strong that he could not denv them, and he was compelled to action. It was one of those cold winter davs when the earth was tucked up in snow too deep to walk upon. It was not a dav to hunt or fish, and Ab had no desire to leave the warmth of his home. He sat there bundled in furs, and his mind and eyes wandered around the cave. The bareness of the walls drew his attention for the first time, and it disturbed him. And it was while he was thinking about this that the sensation stirred him. He arose, picked up a sharp stone lying on the ground, and went to the wall. His mind was filled with pictures of the deer he could not hunt that dav and the birds that were not singing to him as they did when he walked through the forest. He missed them. And then, before he was aware of it, he was scratching on the wall. And when he was done the deer was on the wall and the bird was flving above it. He stepped back and admired it. After he had looked for a long time at what he had done, he returned tired and contented to his warm furs. He was no long- er lonely. The Statue and tfie Bust and the Unknown Masterpiece Bruce Mitchell, Artist-in-Residence, criticizes student art 14 ■BuiULJimiimi i njiiit na ttiiiiiiiteaitaiaiaiaiti

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Dr. Harry W. Rubbrns Dr. Mildred A. Martin Miss M. Phyllis Smith S t Lo ' e came to Ab at a reptile roast. It was at this ;innual celebration, when most of the neighbor- ing tribes assembled to celebrate the end of the rainy season, that the first signs of lo e twisted his stomach. His tribe was seated on one side of the roaring fire, and the other tribes were gathered around. And when Ab raised his head, the better to chew, he saw her face thr ough the flames. And he could swallow no more, so strons was his lo e for her. All niyht long he sat and stared at her, and she stared at him; and a few times he thought she even v inked at him— or was that just the flickering of the fire? Before the feast was over, he managed to find out her name, and the erv sound of it made his blood pulsate in anipcsts and iambs. And c erv corpuscle in his bodv tripped the light trochaic. And he felt he had to tell her of his lo e, but he was too bashful. So he worked for three whole days chis- elling his thoughts on a tablet. And when it was done, he arose early one morning before anyone was awake, and went to her illage, carrving the tablet on his back, and stood it up in the doorway 16