Sarah Lawrence College - Yearbook (Bronxville, NY)

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CREATIVE WRITING A FABLE by Elizabeth Morner Once there was a giant who had the voice of a very lovely young girl, and because he was not like other giants, when he was no more than three days old. his parents had hid- den him away in a far corner of the north. There he lived, ignorant of both the race of giants and the race of men. He spent his time wading through the deep green forests, and early every morning, when the sun was going up and the light fog lifted from the meadows, he would lie down on a mossy bank and sing. And when his song filled the air. the flowers would open their petals, the trees fall silent, and the animals gather around him. So beau- tiful was his voice, that all that lived stopped still to listen. But it happened one morning when his song had ended, that he said. My friends here around me. I must leave you to go over the mountain to know what lies beyond and to see my face and find my voice in others. The flowers closed their petals, but the ani- mals followed him to the foot of the mountain and watched him climb into the distance and disappear. Long did he wander, through many a sun- rise, till one day he heard human voices, and he strode out of the great forest, he saw many people laughing and talking in the square of a village. When he reached them, he said, “How wonderful it is to me to hear your laughter and the sounds of your voices. I have gone far to find those who are like me. Now that I am here. I want to stay. Held by his melodious voice, the people stood motionless and silent till someone cried. It’s a giant, an ugly, terrible giant. But another said. Be still! Listen! Listen to the beautiful voice. But as they heard the word giant. the multi- tude began to chant. It’s a giant, an ugly, terrible giant. He has a mouth like a great open cave and feet like massive knotted roots, and his body is like a granite rock. And they also cried. He is trying to cast a spell He is using his voice to cast a spell. But the giant stood silent. And when the people saw him motionless, they shouted. Be off, you giant Who ever heard of a giant living with human creatures, and don’t show your face here again. And as they shouted, they seized long shafts of fiery iron and drove him away. He continued through the great forest and animals came to his side and they said. “Go back, you of the beautiful voice, to your meadows and forests, you will find no happi- Pagc Sixty-six

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 PSYCHOLOGY Psychology is studied both in rela- tion to Physiology and biochemistry, and in relation to anthropology, his- tory. politics and economics. Here also field work is an important part of the course. Experiment for a Psychology Contract Students at work in the college nursery school

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ness by going farther.'' But the giant replied. I must go on because they call me a giant, and I must find my people.” So he went through many sunsets, through many forests, and over many mountains until he came upon fifty giants, who sat eating whole herds of cattle and drinking great beak ers of foaming mead of a vast field. When they saw him they waved beakers in the air and shouted. “Hi Ho giant stranger. Where did you come from? We haven't seen your face around here before. But come and sit down and eat, drink, and tell us all.” The giant came close to them and said. “I have come from the far north.” “What, what did he say?”, roared the giants. “He had come from the far north? Is that a way for a giant to speak? What happened, did a small child you ate last night stick in your throat?” And they laughed so hard that the mountains shook. When we speak you can see the trees bend over and break in two. they shouted. Not even the flowers at your feet tremble.” The giant turned away and he cried. I’m not a giant, and they’re not my people.” But the giants took hold of him and shouted, “Oh no. you won't go. We’ll keep you as our court jester, and we'll give you pretty things that women wear. And on him they put a dress dyed in raspberry juice, hung garlands of fern around his neck, and tied flowers in his hair. And every evening, when they had eaten, with their stomachs bulging like small mountains, they laid down and with wooden poles as long as the tallest pine, thrust him. stumbling from one giant to the other, round and around, till he begged and cried to be left alone. At harvest time each year when the moon was full, the giants had a great festival which lasted six days. They competed in hurling rocks, rooting up whole forests and com- batting each other On the sixth night they finished by having contests in catching humans and then served them hot and smoking in a big feast. Now the festival had come, and the giants had thrown rocks, pulled up trees, and fought each other, and the sixth night had arrived, and the giants took large sacks and started down the mountain calling back to the giant. You'll have to stay pretty maiden and watch the fires and the pots of boiling water. No one as lovely as you can go and catch humans.” And great was the clamor that came echoing through the night, as the giants galloped down the valley and the earth trembled. The people hurried from their beds, bolted their doors, and the men and women, carrying their children, ran down to the cel- lars. where they all huddled together shaking with fright. As soon as the giant was left alone, he tore off his dress and cried aloud. I don’t have the voice of a giant and they make me a jester, and I don't have the body of a human, so they chase me away, but now is the time to teach them all a lesson.” So quietly he ran down the moonlit mountain till he came to a large city, and he hid in the valley that was close by. and he started to cry in a distressing Page Sixty-seven