Harper College - Halcyon Yearbook (Palatine, IL)

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Tlze thought of death submerged in a lake the wind of a life HUF to be. settles in the ripples of the surface directs it as a strictly pensive process, the current of a being that was stirs in the depths of latent conscious developing from a slowly swirling insignificance The thought of death submerged in a lake gripped by a bowl of terrain known as existance No Name THE WIND By Cynthia Norris The wind knocks upon my door. MV door rattles, then parts ofthe wind come in around the cracks and the pine standing next to my cabin rubs its short, strong needles on the boards. I sit straight up, awakened from a sound sleep: the door rattles and bits of wind come in so I snuggle down under blankets and sheets before the moving wisps of air make me cold, but the sound of the tree rubbing on dead wood makes me cold. FROM A PRISON CAMP Look God, I have spoken to You, But now I want to say How Do You Do, You see God, they told nze You didn 'I exist, And like a fool, I believed all this. Last Niglzt from tlzis hell hole, I saw your sky I figured right tlzen, they had told me a lie: Had I taken time to see Your Face. Well, I guess tlzere isn 't much nzore to say But I 'nz sure glad God, I niet You today: I guess the prison guards will soon be here, But 1'nz IZOI afraid since I know You 're lzere. They 're connning - well God, 1'll have to go, I like you lots, tlzi I like you lots, I want You to know, Look now, tlzis torture lzas lzorrible fright, Who knows f I may come to Your house tonight. Though I wasnlt friendly to You before, I wonder God, if You 'd wait at Your door, Look, I 'nz crfving - nze, shedding tears? I wish 1 had known You these many years. They 're lzere e I have to go now God f Goodbye! Strange. . . since I met You - I'nz not afraid to die! Prisoner of War Camp Osaka, Japan August 12, 1945 51

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Senzinarian A gargoyle gapes in waiting at tlze west gate Tlze trashnzan spills tlze can . . . Tlze basket, tlze pan regurgitate tlze secrets of a hundred families. The buzzard with his pick-stick and burlap shoulder-sack grins a toothless crescent piecrusted by an aslzen tongue. He knows something. At the west gate a pillbox squats tatting steamlace streamers. You would point to its screened-in grilles and say: See! it's a vent for underground pipes! 1, myself have thought of it as a pedestal for the pock-beaked gargoyle wlzo crouches atop leaning twisted on his spike-tipped p ready to vomit a river of lead onto tlze sidewalk. Ask tlze pug-dwarf fr he grins, thrusts the stick-point hard into tlze belll' of a dead Dixie cup A calls the fnass an altar Anyone can see that. - L'UlISCL'l'llIL't1 to the sacrifice of wastehasket heirlooins. SU ro Petjidious Man - Part I Perfidious man, cursed tlze day you left the cave to poison, pilfer, and maim The beauty of the Blue Heron, Lake Erie, and everv corner of our blueegreen spaceship earth . . . You bleniished tlze eye of Cancer Touched and dejilea' tlzat silver orb of tlze nzoon-children irreparablv injected the Piscean tides of tlze Mother sea and acidlv afflicted tlze sweet, refreshing nectar of tlze Aquarians. Perfidious Man f Part I1 What makes tlze mutant experiment called Man think tlzat he is above lllother Nurture, removed enough to torture and tamper with the loveelife pearl ofthe Universe??? Perfidious man, you have forgotten tlze Ecclesiastical warning Tlzat you are not preeminent over tlze Beast: for all is vanity . . . as one dieth, so dieth tlze other . . . till death, us do part.

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In Medieval England there lived a maiden by the name of luliana. She was ofa noble family which was running about three steps ahead of Poverty, the local tax collector. That made if difficult for luliana's father to marry her off. Nor did she help matters any with her peculiar brand of oddity. She had the habit of beginning at least every other sentence with, Oh, fiel luliana spent the first two and a half decades of her life saying, Oh, fiel to everything in sight and looking very bored. One look at her portrait lwhich was hanged in the Royal Museum by the other portraits therl would be enough to convince the most charitable of persons that luliana had no room to Oh, fiel anyone. For this reason, whenever her father proposed marriage between her and some noble man, a reply of Yek! was always forthcoming. Her father tried mightily to find a husband for her, He even tried the tax collector who replied, Yekl l'd rather have the money. luIiana's father began to eary of the search for a husband for his daughter and one day he suggested, very discreetly, that she take up the quest herself which was, theoritically, against the rules. Oh, fiel she answered. What need have l for a husband? Well, for one thing, her father retort- ed, if I should ide, under the law all my property, such as it is, will go to your cousin, Egbert! Now, cousin Egbert was about as rotten an egg as Medieval England every produced. He was a fat, slovenly pig who ate with his fingers, slept with his hounds, bathed twice a year, and never trimmed his beard. Of course, this was true of most of the 52 Terrify By: Leigh Heflin nobility of those times. But Egbert had one definite drawback which the others did not: he wasn't fussy. He'd marry any- one - even luliana. And, under English law, when Egbert took over the property of luliana's father, he also took over luliana. He could even marry her if he wanted to A if he could get a dispensation from the Church. fThis was not difficult.l After giving some thought to the above proposition, luliana shreked, Oh, fiel true to form, and determined to try to find a husband. In luliana's case, this was not a simple task. The harder she tried, the more meager the crop of prospects became. As word of luliana's search spread, eligible men, young and old, began to marry themselves off, left and right to practically anybody. fThere is even the story of one man who married himself off to a donkey and made it stick - but this is pure heresy. She placed want ads in all the local minstrels, but to no avail. She even wrote a letter to be king, who could't read, but it was useless. He did not become alarmed until he learned that seven hundred and fifty-two eligible bachelors had left the country during one particularly active month. The king invited luliana and her father to London to attend the camel races which were being sponsored by a band of wander- ing moslems in an effort to spark the Bonds for Islam drive which had been starting fires all over Europe. While attending the races, sure enough, a fire broke out. While fleeing from the flames, luliana came upon a disgruntled knight whose winning pari- mutuel parchment had been destroyed by the fire. Oh, fiel he said, which was a