Columbia University School of Public Health - Yearbook (New York, NY)

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hfkcu The Gcrruczelat Down the street, this long street, he come Fiddling that bone violin, crackling His white boneprints into Harlem. settling them. Nobody hides calcium in Harlem, nor Music which whitens the air, 'til You could taste the failure. This musician come a long way, fiddling Eight thousand miles, his sound of five hundred years. Only he won't find no stop here, Baby! 'Cept one or two, or what he drags ot them Scared musicians Crackling down the street. This long street of Bali, Peru. and places maybe Blacker than our African urban. Where hell is a coal that can't burn. Them actors! They clown twenty feet high, by the look of them Hands, white enough to fasten in sun For an instant Of parchment grins sweet past this window. And that Patience. the one sitting and Knowing better than you and me, about The masked lady on the floor Dancing five hundred years With a flea That come from a rat. The lady on the floor, a beauty under that mask, And breasted more as bravery, the way she lies, So's no man would think she died as Others who keep love in their chests. l lean watching that fiddler in the street, bone crackling From someplace we go all the time, If only by knowing Of the rats and fleas we got too, in our walls. He plays white. I can't see myself no more In that fiddling! Who'll I talk to about this? About the chalk traveler and the music I swear l heard once in a closed-out band, That sent me home to tell the woman. Lord knows Who don't ever hear a-tal what l say Less'n l scream a white sound Colder to her than the chalk traveler Who crackles Bali songs, Peru songs Along our streets of Harlem springtime As a winter clown playing Yellow pikes and swords upon this window. With bonesteps crackling the way paper do In a Department store Easter, lVly woman lying here, she dont measure this street Long street, with her fix the way they do When they's hurricanes outside. or plagues, And she got a door. This street goes a long way! l tell her. It goes Eight thousand miles ago and tive hundred years around lt got Bali songs, Peru songs. Only the woman don't know, 'Cept when she hears the street While lying still, listening to Yesterdays footsteps where Her children play. - HENRY BIRNE

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tis 'I' yimlwi WM Top, left to right: John Kevany, Harold Applewhite, Herbert Williams tPres.l. Bottom, left to right: Ruth Hutchison, Nancy Skorupski, Ester Anghel, Marcia Kerwit. Missing: Paul Landman and Rodolfo Sobel. 4 an

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