Mitchell College - Thames Log Yearbook (New London, CT)

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Writers Club Advisor - Mr. Marc Goldsmith In the fall the club ran two creative writing contests open to all interested students. They offered prizes of 515, 310, and .55 in both prose and poetry. The winning entries in prose were: First Prize - Last Night' Ride by Thomas H. Finnegan Second Prize - A Little Life by Doraine Riley Third Prize - No One Will Ever Know by Ginny Brooks The winning entries in poetry were: First Prize -- Penmanship by Glenn R. Turgeon Second Prize - A Song For An Unsung Neighbor by joseph Krakol Third Prize - The Paradox of Dreams by Doraine Riley These plus other contributions are printed on the following pages. i

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Thamesana The College newspaper continues to be given the All-American publication rating by Collegiate Press judges. Advisor - Mr. Theodor Hargrove Editor-in-Chief - Eva Mae jones, Fall, Ginny Brooks, Spring Business Manager - Pat Chapman Reporters - Vincent Agrestihloseph Krakol, Danny Mara, Elissa Mericle, Anne Nussbaum, Al Sokaitis,,Ion Vfilson Other than publishing every other Thursday, the club visited The Day plant in October. Kenneth Grube, Editor of the editorial page of the local paper, led the tour and conducted a seminar in newspaper publishing. Thames Log Advisor - Mrs. Susan Strahn Editor-in-Chief - Karen Roemer Chief Photographer - David Fischer Senior Editor - Carolyn Eccleston Staff - Danny Mara, john Schultz, Madge Coleman

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o One Will Ever Know by Ginny Brooks Her big toe encircled a small bug in the otherwise spotless pool. A tiny whirlpool appeared and when she lifted her toe out, the water sucked the bug down under the surface. Cathy, Cathy, aren't you going to swim anymore today? Mrs. Bishop was nice enough to invite us to swim and you sit on the diving board. What's the matter, honey?,' Oh, she has been swimming, janet, like a little fish. Haven't you, Cathy? She's just cold. But the sun will warm her upf' Yeah, Mom. I'm just cold. I'll dive back in as soon as I'm warm. Ok, honey, but don't sit there too long. We have to go by four. Cathy looked back down for the bug, but it had floated away. She suddenly realized that she had killed the bug when she could have saved it. Poor bug, maybe it had a family, Cathy thought. She tried to picture a bug family in her mind but had a total blank. Instead, Mike, her brother came through saying, You're stupid. Bugs don't have real families. They lay eggs and then go away. They don't take care of their babies like humans dof' The voice was so clear, Cathy looked around for Mike. But he wasn't there, of course. He was at Little League practice. That's why Cathy had to leave by four. I must be crazy. That made Cathy jump because she had said it out loud. Gee, she thought, I must really be crazy. I'm talking to myself! She looked over to her mother and Mrs. Bishop, wondering if they had heard her. But they were talking to each other and were too far away from her to hear. With a sigh of relief, Cathy looked back at the water. I know I'm stupid, but I didn't think I was crazy too. I have lots of proof that I'm stupid. Like the time I studied a whole hour for my arithmetic test and got a 40 on it. Mike doesnit even have to study and he gets a 100. He always gets stars on his papers. I never get any. And that puzzle Aunt Betty gave me. It says on the box that it's for ages 1013 and I'm 11. Mike figured it out in no time and he's only 9, but I still can't do it. And that psalm I have to know for next Sunday. I've said it lots of times now but I still need the book to remember some of the parts. Cathy jabbed at the water with both feet. Now on top of being stupid, I'm crazy, she considered. She tried to think of other times when she acted crazy. Up until now she had not done anything out of the ordinary. This dawned in her mind the true answer. I'm retarded. That's it. Retarded people are stupid and sometimes they do crazy things. Her feet stopped kicking the water. She looked over to her mother. Mom and Dad would be mad if they knew I was retarded, she reasoned. They don't like that I'm stupid. Being retarded is a lot worse than being stupid. She stared back at the water. The crystal clear bottom blurred and Cathy realized that she was crying. Quickly she wiped away the tears. I can't let Mom see me crying. She'll ask me what the matter is. Mom and Dad must never know that I'm retarded. They'll never talk to me again. They already talk to Mike more than me 'cause I'm stupid.