Pitzer College - Montage Yearbook (Claremont, CA)

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The Collins Hour The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, Glowed on the cement, where was glass Held up by standards, rot with refried beans From which a golden CLINE peeped out (BRECHT hid his eyes behind a towel. Doubled the portions of sevenday tacos) TSUYUKI waited on the Lady ' s table as The glitter of her many boys rose to meet him. From stainless cases poured in rich profusion. From vials of ivory into blotchey glasses. Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes. Unguent, powdered, or liquid. WALLACE, troubled, confused, Drowned in sense of odors, ALLIN stirred in the air That freshened from the window, MAC WHITE ascended Fattening upon the discourse of HARTNETand KINGs. Flinging their smoke, CLARKE ond ZENNER Stirred a pattern on the coffered ceiling. Huge LUDLAM, fed with copper carrots. Burned qreen and orange, framed by CAMPBELL and DANIELS, In whose said sioht LAUNER and BRADLEY swam. Above the NOBLE mantle was displayed As through a window giving on the sylvan scene The change of PIGNATELLI, by the borbarous BISHOP, So rudely forced; yet there the NIGHTENGALE Filled all the desert with inviolable voice And still ROGERS cried, and still OEHM pursues, ' Jug, Jug ' to drunken eors. R. SMITH and other withered stumps of time Were told upon the PAGE; staring DREXLER Leaned out, leaning, hushing the audience captive. About the fireplace, under the globes, CAPEN ' s hair. Spread out in fiery points. Glowed into words, then would be savagely still. DIECKMAN ' s nerves are bod to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with Dieckman. Speak to Dieckmon. Why do we never speok? Speak. Whot is LEWIS thinking of? Such thinking! Such? We never know such os Lewis thinks. Thinks. FERGUSON thinks we are in a rats ' alley. Where dead men lost their bones. What is that noise? The wind under the door. Whot is that noise now? What is the wind doing? YEDIDIA LOWER YEDIDIA WARJONE knows TUNNELL? Do you see Tunnell? Will you remember Warjone? Nothing? that Asso o o ciate Rag — It ' s so elegant So intelligent What shall we do now? What shall we do? We shall rush out as we are, and walk the street With our hair brushed, how? What shall we do tomorrow? Whot shall we ever do? The mail at twelve. And if it rains, R. 0. indoors. Others play at solitaire Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door. The class is broken; the lost few dollars Clutched and sank into the business office. The wind Crosses the brown land, unheard The marrieds, FLAHERTY and MORGAN, are departed. And their friends, the loitering heirs of alumni notices — Departed, have left no addresses. DRY, HOUSER, run softly, ' til we end our song. The Wash, it bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers. Phantom HUNTERs, EPPENBACH ' s, cigarette ends. Or other testimony of DYL nights. The marrieds, TILDEN, TOOTHAKER, and VAN MARLE, are departed. HURRY UP PLEASE IT ' S DIPLOMA TIME. Unreal College Under the brown smog of a winter noon Mr. TUNCAY, the Turkish merchant Unshaven, with a pocket full of Bofro C.I.F. Ankora, treaties at sight. Asked MATTHEWS in demotic Yonk To luncheon at the Claremont Inn. HURRY UP PLEASE IT ' S TIME. STEWART, the Accountant, a fortnight gone Forgot the college of gull, and deep green swell of profit and loss. CARLSON passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the Whirlpool RASMUSSEN you turn to SPAULDING and look intelligent. Consider J SMITH, who was once handsome ond toll os you. HURRY UP PLEASE IT ' S TIME HURRY UP PLEASE IT ' S TIME. Goobye Crescit cum. Goobye Commercio. Goobye Civitos. Goo- bye, to. to. Goobye. Goobye. 187

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THE WASTELAND 1965 By D. L Batchelder, S. D. Belasco, J. B. Sharrar After all, you can ' t expect ment not to judge by appearances. — f. Glasgow Nous sommes si accoutumes a nous deguiser aux autres qu ' enfm nous nous deguisons a nous-memes. — La Rochefoucauld for I. T. O ' Connell ' II migtioi professoio ' Burial of the Class June is RITTER ' s month, breeding Diplomas out of the dead land, mixing CALDWELL and desire, stirring Dull DELERAY with spring FANKBONER. Court kept us warm, covering FEUILLE in forgetful snow, feeding BRUEN with dry reports. SUMMERS surprised us, coming from Kansas With a shower of twang. LERNER stopped in the colonnade, And went on in Sunlight, into the Hubgarten And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. Bin gar kein RUSH, stammering GLAUTHIER — ech VEACH. And when we were children, taking tea at the Archduke ' s, By George, he took CHILDS to visit Daddy at the bank. And DAY was frightened, hie said. Money, Money, hold on tight. And through they went. In the mountoins, there, you, WOLFINGER. REYNOLDS read much of the night, and took SOUTHMAYD elixirs. YOUNG are the roots that clutch. What SAFFRON herbs grow Out of this stony rubbish? SON of ETCH, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken Fountainheads, where HASKINS beats, HUNTOON gives no shelter, TIBOR no relief. And the dry WELLS no sound of water. HECTOR! There is SHIPPEE under that red rock. DAVIDGE sendt das Jeep Der Bier-mat zu Mein marinesche KEEP Was WEISsest du? REGO gave GOULD hibiscus a full year ago; They called McCLASKEY the Hibiscus girl. ' — When MULLIN came back, late, from the Citrus garden, where FORKNER ' s arms were full, WILLIAMS ' ears wet, LOOMIS could not Speak, and PERRY ' s line failed, and they were neither Living nor dead, they knew nothing. Looking into the heart of light, JOHNSON, the mirror. Odd ' und leer das Mirror. Madame Soso, famous chandelier. Had a bad day, nevertheless is known to be the strongest woman at Claremont When with her wicked pack of cards. Here, said she. Is your future, G. R. SMITH, (Here are pearls for your eyes. LOOK!) Here is PEARLMUTTER, playing with rocks. Here is SAHLEN, image of situations. Here is BRYAN with three slaves, and here, CHENEY, the WHEEL And here is J. MORGAN, the merchant, and this future Which is blank, is something SHARRAR carries on his back. Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find ANDERSON Hanging Around. Fear death by tonsillitis. I see crowds of people, BELL, BENKOFSKY, BOONE, BORTON, and BROCK, walking around in a ring. Thank you. If you see dear Mr. Silverhair, Tell him CHINN thinks to himself: One must be so careful these days. Unreal College, Under the brown smog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over Scripps ' Wall, so many. We had not thought death had undone so many. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled. And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. Flowed up the hill and down King Midway Street, To where St. Ethel kept the hours. With a dead sound on the final stroke of two. I There BATCHELDER saw one he knew, and stopped him, crying: ' STIMPSON! ' You who were with LIVINGSTON in the gay melee! ' That corpse you planted last year in your garden, ' Has it begun to sprout? Will SOHN bloom this year? Will ever a sudden frost disturb COHEN? Oh keep BUERKI far hence, that ' s friend to men, ] Or with his nails he ' ll dig us up again. 186

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INDEX OF ADVERTISERS Name Page Bank of America 196 Beamon ' s Sporting Goods — 1 97 Betsy Ross 198 Blue Seal 1 9 3 Cable Airport - 196 Claremont Laundry 1 97 Claremont Pharmacy 198 Claremont Service Center 197 Claremont Travel Center 193 Claremont Village Florist 1 97 Donut Queen 196 Fedway 194 General Dynamics Pomona 191 H and H Photo 197 Harris Music Co. 198 Henzies „ 197 Huling ' s Stationary 197 Jay Doty ' s 193 Mr. and Mrs. R. Kravis 192 Mickey ' s Holiday Liquor 195 Marquadt Corporation 1 94 The Midway 195 Mr, and Mrs. R. Moley 197 Ontario School of Music and Dance 195 Security First National Bank 194 The Sportsman 193 Supreme Perlite Co. 191 Pomona First Federal Savings and Loan 194 The Rack 196 Ray ' s 1 9 5 Sovereign Shop 198 Southern California Savings and Loan 190 Stinky ' s 199 Tri-College Bookstore 189 Uplander Motel 196 188