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WHIPPOORWILL Not far away upon a hill, There sits a lonely whippoorwill. Its song is sweet and so sincere, An evenin-g song that lovers hear. It got its name From the song it made, Poured forth at eve Like a lovely cascade. It flies by night., And never by day. And whippoorwilll Whippoorwill, Is all it will say. FREMONT LEE TOZIER THE SPEEDER I am a guy who was speeding along, Going about eighty, which I knew was dead wrong. An on coming car, which I did not see- And- now they are digging a grave just for me. JUDY SMALL A MOMENT In the darkness, as rain falls And beats against my window And drops from the eaves, There comes to me a moment of remember- ing The late rose I'd seen, Wet with dew, And then I go to the store For soap and shoestrings. ANONYMOUS WHAT ARE WE? God gave us minds to help us Out, And lets us do our thinking. But we can't make the thunder shout, Or stop a star from blinking. CARLTON SMITH, JR. REMEMBERED FEAR The night is dark, Each spectre tree lifts fingers high Toward inky sky, Behind each bush, A horror lurks unseen by me- I try to flee. My feet are weighted, Heavy, sluggish, insensible, And dead. And this my head, Throbs, pounds and gives Me no aid at all, I trip and fall. JACKIE GORDON BEACONS IN THE NIGHT The stars are but a pale, white light, That float among the blackened night, Who never know the woes of strife, And never live the pains of life. They -glimmer now, and ever more, Like rippling brooks they seem to pour Their peace, their joy, and wondrous light, These beacons in the bl'ackened night. NORRIS STAPLES SUMMER'S BEAUTY To enjoy the summer's lasting beauty, You have to make it your only duty To wake early. Look at the great sun rise! Isn't it to you an amazing surprise? CORA DEAN WARD
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With the help of several people in town, I moved my boat down to the water front. I think the minute the launching operations started I received the biggest thrill of my life. This started a summer of excitement, enjoyment, and some hardships. One event which seems to stick in my mind is this: One day the water was fairly calm and there was just a little wind. The wind blew harder and the waves grew larger as the afternoon progressed. It was very excit- ing to ride on the wild bay in my creation. My creation withstood large waves bow first as well as sideways. I felt very proud that it was my boat and that it was seaworthy as well as comfortable. One day when I felt more adventurous than others I got five gallons of gas and I took a trip to Belfast. The only place I could find to tie up at was underneath Belfast bridge. To me this was a disgrace to a city the size of Belfast and also to a city with the history which Belfast has. I observed many things on the trip back. I stopped at the beacon light which is at the mouth of the harbor. It is larger than I expected it to be. I found the light is run by sixteen batteries which the Coast Guard changes frequently. I tried sailing my craft by tacking a blanket to two oars and by holding it up like a sail. This did not work out very well. I found the landscape to be very beautiful in some places but in others it looked desolate. I found that the 1'ive horsepower motor I had was not quite large enough to push the boat very fast. The returning trip took approximately three and one-half hours. I took two trips to Bel- fast during the summer, usually having a few companions along. Once on one of my trips into the harbor I met two large fishing boats. They made three large waves which were thrilling to ride over. Another trip I took was one to Stockton harbor and around Sears Island. I was all alone on this voyage -and as I traveled along enjoying the scenery my motor began to cough and sputter. I poured all the gasoline I had left into the gas tank. It didn't look like enough to get me back and I didn't have an anchor, so I prayed. When I reached my mooring there was only about enough gaso- line left to fill a cup. I found that boating consists not only of pleasures but also of hardships. The fiber- glass which I put on the keel peeled off. This of course caused the boat to leak. I had to bail it out frequently. Getting the boat back to the garage was no fun, either. It had to be hauled out of the water and loaded onto a truck. After I got it home another task was getting it unloaded and into the garage. This short essay gives another person some idea of how my summer's boating went. DAVID O'DONNELL '59 HUNTING EXPERIENCE The early morning dew was still on the grass. The sun peeking over the rim of the mountain made yellow streaks in the sky. The barren trees made crackling noises as the wind blew among the branches. Suddenly through the trees appears a figure clad in scarlet with a rifle in his hands and his ears alert for the sound of approach- ing game. He stops and listens. Quietly he jacks a shell into the magazine. Then swiftly through the underbrush comes a streak of brown. It comes clear of the underbrush and stands broad-side look- ing straight at the red-clad figure, his great horns extending high above his head and his sleek brown shirt making a dim shadow be- yond. He stops for a few moments. Then with a dash of white he is off. The hunter brings the gun to his shoulder, there is a loud crack and the beautiful form falters in his graceful run and goes down. There he lies with a red stream running down his glossy coat and making a pool on the ground. Then, as his legs give their last effort to flee, the life goes from his body. The hunter removes gleaming steel from its sheath and as it goes into the throat of the animal, he moves no more. He lies silent- ly 5 his life has come to an end like that of an unraveled sleeve. The hunter removes the shells from his gun, bends over, picks up the limp form, slings it over his shoulder, and goes from the woods only leaving the shadows closer to the ground and the sun's rays in a straight angle in the sky. The dew has gone from the grass as the life went from the deer. EDNA WEI.CH '59
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