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XXX : IS sho-fe^ mars hill. ,T,*y Lived Happily.. ^ ^ Mars Hill, most imporVas a moment—a second years in whignough for a held breath, develop, oiit, a wordless prayer—and are formed,leard the low, lazy voice led. To yo^: her petition was granted, we commit f nd inspiratioihe greeting was so famil- le in the ^ unfamiliar, a richer warmth that it awak- epping stone*^*^ pleaded. This is low it is.” And suddenly us to great^ys that had beaten them- aspirations. ‘inst her in a sick staccato dents that li^g became only a muted with wisdoilid for the casual remarks vith zeal and; passing between them mdure deptb as well as old us that ' rt Browning, How about you?” to remake m] good. What’ve you been bsolute best o She never knew who said it the word or words that had broken through. It was a blur. She only knew that now there was a hand groping through the jagged pane and opening the door. And then they were laughing, at first separate ly and hesitantly—then as one, and without restraint. It was as if the uncertainty of all their months to gether was finding its climax in this laughter. Months and months and faltering months — but they had been happily laced with laughter. It somehow seemed appropriate that the two of them should be laughing Rise oh rose of death Show your face clear Rise oh rose of hate The hater will know your call Rise oh rose of white alabaster Let me see you gaze Rise oh pink incumbent night of thorns Let me see you gray Oh alabaster of life’s way Let me see your face now. ng much.” u that said nothing but verything simply because Y being said. She listened listened to their voices— |ltle preoccupied and pain- different. Hers, forcedly I careful—tediously careful were edging blindfolded e irregular rim of a cliff, w that he had called "just Ji ^nd satisfy himself that he With every word that tumbled out and with every laugh that en gulfed it, she knew. The laughter was still lurking in her throat as they said good-bye, each word cal culated for reminiscing—and they were laughing. Each farewell sen tence careless but careful—and she knew. Oh, God! It’s whisted and fine It’s whisping fineness white and broken Like this crushed broken-bone Of this rose. —David Holman "Good-bye.” His click on the other end of the line! She didn’t hang up but sat for a long moment. Then, slowly, she unclenched the hand that lay in her lap, and brushed the tears from the receiver. Lost, yesterday, somewhere be tween Sunrise and Sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever. —Horace Mann right, that she wasn’t for et me say the right thing. And yet their voices a voice, J on — the hot weather — ice ”^g saw Mike—never say- ately poiwt thev meant, but taking voice 'kward moment as an an- vay it befl_ the unspoken question in eadow, inds. He never mentioned o her, but she was in every k in a ps^ie avoided saying, every its own. ^ crash her fist T ^ awkwardness and shatter has Its vO. , /^oice, and wanted 'to say, "Roy, I ^ I know. But please don’t let I’ho listrf' y™ ice of the that the that I ha’> I ^DRA Hickman -DoU§ I packed my bag and left my home; To seek a fortune I began to roam. I went to the city in search of life, But found naught else but dm and strife. Then to the mountains in search of fame I followed my way, but nothing came. I turned my eyes then to the sea. But what was there—a reflection of me. I trod the paths; I walked the roads; But no where could I ease my load. My mind was troubled, my spirit bent. Then back to my home I hurriedly went, Seeking the peace I’d left behind. Forgetting the fortune I’d wanted to find. But I found more than just a house there, I found my fortune and wealth to spare. —Polly Osteen hilltop—PAGE twenty-three inee ids mess Club today. I meeting ; light. The nt, and M quet will b of the pr lay hJ r Re pisic majo: graduation [April 23. Sylvia B; ray (Mr vocal nun jprano, v im. Irissie will ASharp 'he Cud “Three-; Minor.’ S. C., wi lege in B '"ilson nllons,” lann; J Opus “Imp )pus 31 Icommut She w in Colit al recita [elude “ ich; “A jProdigi from ibalevsk is Rot Hor Un here. me \iot e for high : jdents allege people the o )epart the p ow, i tudeni fu trumpeters, by Anderson; whiVh has been invited to demonstrations, slides. Hours ft
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