University of Massachusetts Amherst - Index Yearbook (Amherst, MA)

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. ,lf- I never go anywhere, said Chapel Clock Face. I'm always running forward but I always stay in the same place. Everyone always uses me for my figures. And every hour there's a couple hands passing all over me. And at my age yet. It's my own fault though. l've been sit- ting perched here all day and night for years watching all you rush, rush, rush all the time. If you look at me when you're early, I might get you to smile. But, heavens, when you're late, all you ever do is damn me. I only tell it like it is, unless, of course, there's a power failure or something like that. How'd you like to be stuck in my place. The sun beats down on you in the summer and the wind and snow almost freeze up your gears in the winter. And every hour I hear this ringing noise coming from under- neath me. l've tried the latest pain reliever but nothing ever works. And, of course, all my four sides are constantly exposed. It really isn't pro- per for someone my age to show off one's fig- ures this way. You know all those new fancy digital clocks strut about showing and empha- sizing their exact figures. Why, in my prime, we thought sweep second hands were indecent. l've seen a lot of all you from up here. And all your new buildings going up, your old ones coming down, girls skirts getting short, then long, then mixed, and all the men dressing more and more casual all the time. A lot of absurd things happen up here, too. A couple guys, ever since I can remember, operate on me twice each year. In the spring they make those hands in front of me go back an hour. I guess that with all that love in the air and every- thing that's going on in springtime they're afraid that I'll get over excited and run fast. But I never do. I can't even get down from here myself and hardly any other clock faces ever come and visit. So, every October, just before the cold weather sets in, they move those hands forward again. It seems like a waste. But I guess they enjoy doing it, otherwise they'd stop. Oooh. There goes those bells again. Can you hear them? Maybe it's some- thing I ate, or maybe it's hereditary. Oh. And that trembling downstairs. It feels like people walking in and out. Afterwards, I always hear music and then the trembling briefly returns. My retirement plans are to find a nice little tower in Florida to perch myself. Gold

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