DePauw University - Mirage Yearbook (Greencastle, IN)

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Hunched shoulders. Manymanymore leaves above her. Fan-shaped rake care- fully herding Nature's golden garbage to asmoky death. Pyramid of gold by the curbetr'om' her 't apron a pack of matches. Maybe saying , IGA. ' Smoke snaking magically for the flute of the wind. Wish I had a long goose-neck stickto toast a marshmallow. All the wayfrom third floor. Scary faces lie row on row in Murphy's. Grinnnnnnnnnnning. Corncandy har- vested at A 84 P. Brach's. Big bags of it. Kids like candy bars. Road to Rockville houses have PUMPKINS FOR $ALE scat- tered on front lawns. Sharp knife. News- paper. Messy floor anyway. Is there any other way? Every year a HUGE pumpkin replaces the head of the Owl at East College. lknow who the guys are. Ut's a secretJ They rob a farmer's field. And then November. My God. How dismal. How wet. Trees are silent skeletons. Houses are warm and bright. Air is silent. The whole town listens to one dog barking. Time for winter coats. And boots to brave the rushingtide in the gutter.

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HI earn my living. lmake enough to get by and it takes all my time. If I had more time I could do more for myself and maybe for others. I could read and study and talkthings over. Ittakes time. lwish I had thetime. -Carl Sandburg HThe People Yes! First week as a freshman was spent keeping a record on trains passing through Greencastle. On a file card. Every day for a week. Hear a whistle, make a note of time. 7 Seven columns. Neat. Orderly . .. There is no schedule. And if there is, it cannot be divined, de- fined. Trainsjustcomewhehtheycome. My father worked for the railroad and would not believe that. Saturday afternoons often spent on third floor of library looking west out of a window over a book. Cheers of the football crowd a HEATHEN ROAR rising to a little librarywindow. Below on the sidewalk a little old lady, the Indiana kind, raking her yellow maple leaves to the street. Two huge maple leaves above her white head. Autumn rainflutterihgdown.

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Umbrellas, fragile flowers, grow in the hallways, drying. Easy to skip a class. To sleep all morning. The mattefinish of November. Do we forget the sun as well? Found someone. Birdwatching at dawn. Squisssshhh. Through the wet woods. Very quiet. Back to the Hub for coffee. See La Strada together . .. Walk to the Duck. tjingleBANG! goes the doom and listen to someonets guitar A tMitch, Mayre, Chichi, the names date yow and feel a warm finger move slowly down the nape of my neck. Right here. A hundred people. I don't give a damn. Warm. Cinnamon s p r e a d in g over thin Skin of the cider. Sticking to the side of the cup. Warm. Term paper. FRanth! desk tullofile- cards. Ibid. Ibid. I did. Ibid Ibis . . . I bid for an ibis. Truly a scholarly treatise. New Unexplored Realms of Academia. Being t charted forthe first time. Bah Hum Bug