Joliet Junior College - Shield Yearbook (Joliet, IL)

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M muamlwl FALL Slowly seeping into proud trees LiEe's silent loneliness prevails on them To cry their greenish youth away, As mellow leaves upon a dying earth. -Robin Davis

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winclestake -a short story complete on these two pages by eiha gxvlffln The trees stood courageously, refusing to yield to the wanton wind, so the wind gave up and breezes! away. It was going to be that kind of day. The grass sighed a sufficiently grass-like sigh, and the few spring flowers available for com- ment merely straightened up and stretched a stamen here or a pistil there. The rocks, of course, didn't sigh in fact, it was rare indeed when a rock said or did anything of any consequence. Canton, as he trod through the trees, thought he heard something like grass sighing, and he wondered at the sudden scarcity of that abounding abstraction, the wind. Moment before, as the rabbit had stood smiling, and the blades of grass had come to rest, Canton had noticed the absense of the ruffling wind. And yet here, in the midst of a seemingly unwin- dy stretch of forest stood a still-operated wind- mill, operating without the apparent aid of the wind. Canton sat down on a dead log chich convenient- ly faced the whirling windmill. Actually, the log was not dead, and in fact was not even a log but rather the living, sapping, growing trunk of a decrepitly ancient and gnarled oak tree. Of course, this old oak was bent beyond hope of ever straightening up, which explains Canton's chair chosen position atop it, but does not ex- plain why it's bent. Canton leaned back against the curving trunk and closed his eyes. Shadows fell on his face ac- companied by an occasional inch-worm, as he slept. And Canton slept even as the minute scrap of paper bit his cheek and fell limpidly to the ground beside him. Next a brass letter-opener found its animated way to his side, and it was followed by an aluminum hinge off a garage door which was followed closely by a half-full bottle of coke. The clang caused by the aluminum hinge striking tlo brass letter opener awakened Canton, and immediately his curiosity was aroused. Aroused neither by the calendar with its underter- minable dates not by the mere fact that an un- related pile of refuse and found its way to his side, but by the half-full bottle of coke. The im- mediate question is his still slumbering mind had to do with the temperature of the caramel liquid. Canton merely wondered if the coke was cold enough to drink without ice. It was, so he drank it. Then, upon finding relief for his parched throat, he sought relief for his parched mind. No easy task. The calendar proved to be no source of entertainment, Canton realized, because he already knew the date, but the crumpled note caught his eye and he grasped for it, only to have it move off, under the influence of the windmill, out of his reach. Undaunted, he sprung from his trunk-seat and landed with his right foot square- ly planted on the unsuspecting message. Canton reached down and removed the paper from beneath his shoe. shook some of the dried mud from it, and opened it up to read. It said: 'tAnd so I write this to you, Lord Dunsary, un- suspecting as you are of the assasination plans, hoping that it will reach you before the assasins do. God speed, My Lord, and . . . That was all, the note ended as abruptly as it had started. Canton sat down and tried to piece some semblence of intelligence to the note, but it es- caped all snatches of sanity, and its meaning seemed to That sweet spring smell, nati to energy part of the country during the pre-summer season, flooded Canton's nose. And Canton smiled. A rabbit leaning against one of the few remaining elm tree smiled back at Canton, wrinkling its nose in a characteristically herbivorous smile. Canton, not noticing the grinning rabbit, kept on walking and breathing. And as he was walking and breathing his eyes rose from the forested carpet to the clearing directly before him. flsn't there always a clearingZj The clearing contained a small, operating windmill located in a clearing. But he should have, because just a wither further still under Canton's curious gaze. Canton didn't know of any Lord Dunsary, but the im- plied murder frightened him. And it was then that he noticed for the first time, the odd move- ment of the circling windmill. Odd, Canton realized, because of the lack of a wind-like fac- tor to justify and sustain its movement. The windmill swung its wooden arms contemp- tuously, and Canton's stared after them in sudden disbelief. l-le turned to retrieve the letter opener, and considering the absurdity of the mo- ment, did an utterly absurd thing. He reached out for the letter opener grasping it as one might asword, and marched determined towards the relentlessly rotating windmill. Upon reaching its door he knocked twice, while dodging massive windmill blows, but he receiv- ed no answer. And since he received none, he pushed his way inside. His eyes, having a little trouble adjusting to the internal darkness soon altogether regretted their enlightening process