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10 THE I'm well and fresh and yellow, but low, itls true, this ordeal I must go through. It's a shame that such should happen to a lowly ear of corn. -Erwin Houdlette, ,53 DAYDREAMING The sunshine poured through the win- dow. A peaceful air prevailed and the teacher's voice made a soft, drowsy back- ground for it all. I saw a big bug rise, shake itself, stretching one leg - then an- other, till all sixty-odd were unkinked. It crawled across my desk, but the little crea- ture was unable to climb upon the paper I spread before it. So it just sat and looked comically surprised and with a deep sigh it took up life's burden and moved on. I was at this time very interested in what it would do if I tickled its ribs. It just looked at me, being used to such things from its long experience as the mascot of the schoolroom. f'What was Caesarls next move, Dick? the teacher broke in. c'He stretched his leg and winkedf, I replied promptly, watching the little fel- low. I didnlt think it was a bit nice for the teacher to send me out of the room. -Richard Groder, ,55 THE LIGHT BULB The light bulb is a ball of glass That hangs down from the ceiling. It,s quite important in my life Though it hasnlt any feeling. When I come in real late at night And the house is all so dismal, I fumble round for this small ball, Hoping that I won't trip and fall. When at last I find the thing And think I've been so quiet, Out calls my mom with words that sting, 4'Can't you be more quiet?,, I yank the string, The light goes Zing. Oh, heck, I broke The gosh darn thing! -James Ronco, '53 MISTAKEN IDENTITY I walked into my room Without a worry or a eareg I took my seat, put up my books And-oh, I just sat there. My teacher looked around our room, Her eyes, they shone with glee And then she came, right up the aisle QUILL And-handed it to me. 'fFailure Notice was what it said Right at the very top- I wished the floor would open up So through it I could drop. But what was this I saw! I To me it looked so fine- It didn't belong to me at all But to the boy behind. -Harvey Mason, '52 THIS IS BASKETBALL I had been out of school for a week and my gym class had started playing basket- ball during the time of my absence. When I returned I was pushed onto the floor and informed that I was a forward. I guess that I must have been more back- ward than forward, but someone kindly told me just to shoot the ball into the basket. Justl the girl said. Whenever I tried to do this little thing a guard would jump in front of me and start imitating a windmill. During the first two weeks of playing this game I never scored a basket. In despair, the instructor finally made me a windmill -er, a, I mean a guard. I was doing all right until suddenly there was a mad scram- ble and somehow I ended up holding the ball. My old forward days came back to me! I tossed the ball up, and it went through the basket beautifully. The world fell on me when someone told me that that was the other team's side. Everyone started asking me why I did it and what side I was on. All I have to say is that it is only human to make a mistake, and how can I help it if I'm more human than most people? Margaret Bull, '55 THE LONELY SUBSTITUTE On a long cold bench- As hard as can be- That's where they'll always put A little guy like me. All alone-without a friend- It's just a mystery Why they never want to play A little guy like me. But I wonlt quit, no siree- It's against my constitution, And some day I hope they'll shout Time out-substitution! -Michael Murphy, '54
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THE QUILL 9 no holes in them, but something was wrong. He got up, went out, and walked along, not noticing where he was going. The trucks. ears. and buses rattled along the dark streets. One car went by, filled with noisy. laughing, high-school boys and girls. Those were the days! Then he had had friends. fun, and faith. He was the star football player. Probably everyone but him had forgotten that day when they played Cilecath High. The day he had run thirty yards for the winning touchdown after play- the last quarter with a broken wrist! But what difference did that make now? He had been a success then. In fact, he had been a success until just a year ago. Since then he had met defeat after defeat. He had lost friend after friend by asking for favors and for jobs. Suppose IXIary Anderson' was like him. Suppose she didn't have any friends or any job. YVell, it was too late now. He had spent the money. Wfhat about the social security card and the picture of the little, old man with the horn-rimmed glasses? But no, if he took those back, she would know that he had spent her money. She might even call the police. Still ..... Norman Shields walked slowly, hesitating- ly. Once he almost turned, as if to go back. He kept on, however, and finally found himself in front of a large, brown building, which was obviously a rooming house - a cheap one. He went up the walk and re- luctantly rang the bell marked 'fAnderson.,, He rang a second time, more firmly now. Finally, on the third ring, the door opened and an old woman peered out at him. Sorry, young man. You're about an hour too late. Mary moved out bag and baggage about ten o'clock. She got a telegram saying her uncle died. Left her some money I guess. IVhat you callin' on her so late for? No, ainft got no forwardin, address. Did ya. know ...... ?', But the landlady was talking to thin air. Norman Shields was already half way down the walk. He quickened his steps toward the little room that somehow didn't seem as dreary as it had before. f'Do unto oth- ers as you would have them do unto you. Suddenly he smiled at an old man who was passing by. Perhaps the smile had little meaning to the man, but to Norman it was the beginning of a new way of life. Tomorrow he would get a job. -Barbara Dessler. '52 THE NIGHTMARE All I can remember of the beginning is- well, slowly rising from a dark mass that covers me, rising into a strange warm light that seems to be coming from a round gold ball hung above nie. I feel as if I were just being born. A month, two months, I continue to grow. Before me those of my kind grow along with me, not moving, not speaking. By Heaven! What is this? A monster - a huge hideous monster 4 coming, coming for us. Wfe stand silently, showing no sign of fear, for we cannot. One by one we are torn from our places. Almost a part of us f- this refuge 4 the only place we've known, but what cares this monster? Well, today I was spared, a brother, a sister, and many friends were taken by this friend. Sparcd another day - another night! Maybe tomorrow Ifll join the other un- fortunates who have gone before me. It is three or four days before the uMonster comes again. This time I feel the pain of being ripped from my home, thrown along with my kind into a round, deep prison. After collecting all of us that he wants, he carries us within his great portals. I remember being put, along with the rest, into another dark place. Slowly I notice that it is getting warmer, warmer, my body is wet, the heat is becoming unbearable. Then darkness, deep, sweltering darkness! Then after an eternity I awake. I can hardly see or think - my body is drenched. Through the steam-filled prison I can see that awful face. My companions, some of whom seem to think no more in life, lie amid the steam. One by one our wasted bodies are taken into the open air again, but not to free- dom, for we are placed on a flat hard sur- face before another great giant. He lifts me up. I see the great powerful jaws widen and then feel the excruciating pain of hav- ing flesh ripped, literally ripped, from my body. Again and again relentlessly the mon- ster tears at my body. I can not think very clearly. All I can see asI lie mangled is the grinning, drool- ing jaws of my assistant. Again my mind stirs as I lie upon the ground, dying, lost to the world. And then in a flash, through half gather- ed thoughts I see the world before me.
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THE QUILL 11 PICKING A FOOTBALL TEAM FROIXI THE HEROES OF FICTION To pick a football team from the heroes of fiction was not a job for one man. To do this job. a group of experts was chosen. Everyone knows, of course, that there is no one alive today who is as smart as a football player thinks he is. To aid these gentlemen in their task a secondary group was selected to choose and submit names of likely candidates to THE ex- perts . Careful consideration was given by these professionals in the game of second guessing to all candidates. For a player to be selected to the team a three-fourths ma- jority was needed. Now that we know how the team was chosen, let us look at some ofthe players' names and the reasons of the experts for selecting them. Letis look, first, at the names of the backfield men, better known in football circles as the uglory boysn. At left-halfback is the fabulous Frank lVIerri- well. No explanation is needed for this man's presence on the team. At right-half- back the hexpertsn, believing they would need more speed in their backfield, selected the Roman God Mercury. For a fullback, after careful consideration and considerable discussion, the Uexpertsf, picked Hercules. The quarterback, and also captain, was a unanimous choice. To the task of guiding the backfield presented above was named Captain Horatio Hornblower. Now let,s take a quick look at the line. The usuper brains were able to agree on only three candidates. Two of these are tackles and the other is the center. First the tackles: at left tackle another unanimous choice is the great Paul Bunyan, the giant of the North Woods. After receiving the announcement of his being chosen to the team, Paul said he was very flattered but that he would not leave home to play ball without his Blue OX. Discussion among the Hexpertsi' was heated, but they finally agreed that Paul was too valuable a man to lose, therefore Paulis ox was given the po- sition of right tackle. After the selection of the tackles was completed, the search for a center ended almost as soon as it started with the choice of Pecos Bill. The Hexpertsi' believed, and most people will agree, that with three such players in the line there wouldnit be need or room for any more. With the completion of the team, the brains began screening the names of like- ly candidates for the position of coach. These men worked night and day for weeks without leaving the conference room but could never agree on a candidate wort-hy of the job. At length, the list oi nominations from the second group produced no one and the experts could think of no one. The only alternative was to turn to the common people to help. The call is still out, so if you have any ideas for a worthy man, please get in touch with the experts im- mediately. 'George Heselton, ,52 IF tWith Apologies to Kiplingl If you can keep your thoughts when all about you Are whispering, fooling, and distracting youg If you can trust yourself when teachers doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too, If you can speak, but not with fear and trembling, Or being laughed at, check the urge for fun, Or being witty, donft give way to bragging, And yet go on, work hard till all's well done, If you can the names and dates of battles master And in memory the Constitution retain, If you can meet examination and disaster And feel about these two things just the same, If you can in chemistry worry each day through And not nblow-up in that heated atmos- phere, Or you can 'iparlez-vousn and Hcomprenezu too Without insisting your classmates must hear, If you can force yourself to sing do-re-mi, For it will be sung long after you are gone, And hold on to your temper when you get off key Saying to yourself-HI Will Stay Oni , If you can overcome a common temptation, Especially with a diamond in view, To put an end to all this meditation And say, Adieu, and again, HI do , If you can read of the great literary men, Historical biographies and such, And dream of ancient kings and queens, knights, brave men, Nobility-nor lose the common touch, If HVeni, Vidi, Vicin you can say and also mean it As Ceasar did of old and without fear, Yours is G. H. S. and everything that's in it, And-what is more-you'll graduate, my dear. -Lois Lackey, '52
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