OCTOBER, 1»56
THE CLARION
page three
SAIRY LOU’S
LETTERS
By
SHIRLEY PARSONS
&
BETSY NORTHROP
Digressions
Dr. Coles Praises
Dear Maw and Paw:
Hyar I am a settin’ on the adage
of this hyar toed a tryin’ to scratch
you a few lines. I hain’t seed so
many critters since Aunt Lizzie’s
funeral.
Well sir, Maw, whin I got cher
some gal she ups and says she’s
my big sister. And I’e jest about
to tell her right then and thar she
wuz a liar. I turned, I did, to thet
thar gal and asted her if she wuz
frum Skunk Hollar and she sade
she wuz frum some place called
Thomas Pint, er Highville. Well, I
hain’t had time to find out no
more about it, but I reckin that’s
awright. Ain’t it Paw?
Wei, ater thet my big sister she
hoped me unload all of my duda
and thangs frum the wagon. Then
I turned old Jeib and the wagon
round, give him one whop, and
sade, “Git home.” Paw, has Zeb
cum home yit?
Well, sir, atter everythang wuz
settled we all troped over to whut
they called a lunch rum. We had
ter stand in line fer mite nigh ten
minutes to git us somethin’ to et.
Hit reminded me uv a corn shuckin’
like old Mose Thomas alius had.
Maw, they warn’t a thang fitten
to et. That is, thangs like you cook
—sich as pinto 'beans, collart
greens, and corn pone, and to top
it all off, they didn’t have nary
glass uv buttermilk!
They give a couply shindigs called
ice breakers. But I hain’t seed a
bit uv that thar ice yit.
Well they had somethin’ they
called registrition day, whar we
stode in line, and filled out some
papers (they wuz all culors, cep-
tin’ red) and then we stood in line
sum more. Thin, this fellar he ast
me fer sum money, because it wuz
he needed it. So I retched down in
my stockin’ and give him the mon
ey, cause he looked lak he needed
it more’n I did. Whin I got all thet
settled me and a whole passel went
back to the dorm-it-tory whar I am
now.
Wal, I guess I better hesh and git
on with this hyar book larnin’..
Yours truly till whin,
Sairy Lou
The time is 8 P. M„ the day Oct.
2, 1956, the place a small room in
Taylor Hall — on the table there
is a shining black phonograph
with a large circular dial, four
books on creative writing — which
haven’t felt the warmth of a human
hand in two weeks, a book of po
etry by Robinson Jeffers, a thick
greenish-blue book with a small
rectangular blot of red on the
cover, a pinkish bit of rubber with
shining metal and a black brush,
a Confederate flag, a dull looking
book of brown containing every
word in the English language, and
a stack of records. The melancholy
strains of La Boheme invade the
stillness of the room as a baffled
editor slumps dumbly over a bor
rowed typewriter. Tomorrow his
paper goes to press. Sadly remem
bering the C- he received on his
first theme, he wanders if his pa
per will flop. Is everything cor
rect? Are the spelling and compo
sition poor? His mood is as dark as
the night outside the window. I
know because I am he.
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whose people don’t worry as much
about philosophy or literature as
they do about where to park their
cars. They recognized that while
the attainments of science cannot
wait for the systematizing of our
understanding of social forces, nei
ther can science continue its ad
vance oblivious to these forces.
Dr. Coles concluded with this
advice, “Let us sell short neither
the liberal arts nor the small col
lege. On the contra^, let us aU
join in proclaiming its many uni
que virtues and contributions .
Student Wins
Then Schaunard arrives bring
ing food and wine. No longer this
dreadful hunger tearing at the
stomach and the heart; we can
dance, eat, and be gay! But that is
another world. This isn’t Paris!
This is Brevard, U. S. A. Or is it?
Which is reality and which is evan
escence? Hear the melodious love
liness? It has the wings of an an
gel and disappears through the
paned glass window. My heart
could too. It could swell and swell
and swell with the music until it
floated right out the window. I
could ride a moonbeam over the
Atlantic. See the bluish undulating
hue down there? That must be
God’s tear as he weeps for human
ity. Notice how it never stops
weeping? And this must be his
heart! — This city called Paris.
Yes it is His heart! See that tiny
trickle floating away to the blue,
tremulous tear. I always knew
tears were made in the heart! Oh
Mimi! you too belong to the heart?
You cry also? Your tears that
mingle with the Seine’s, flowing in
to God’s own passionate weeping?
Can you feel the worn cobblestone
underfoot, Mimi? Rest upon it the
smooth whiteness of your hand.
Your heart beats so fast! Are you
rememibering all the people who
have trodden where our hands now
rest — all that was and is no more?
Why they so oblivious to our
hands, the cobblestone, and even
the hearts which so fluriously
pound? You weep for them Mimi?
(Continued From Page One)
Brevard, he can review a fine rec
ord of academic, social and eco
nomical accomplishments.
CLUB FORMED
A new club has been formed for
the purpose of extending a help
ing hand to freshman girls as they
arrive on opening day and contin
ue through their first year of col
lege. This club has been named the
Big Sisters and will sponsor sever
al social events during the coming
year. There are 11 members who
were originally chosen according ^to
the leadership, scholastic attain
ments, and personality traits they
displayed last year. Jeanette Hoyle
is the president of this club. The
other members are; Carolyn Mit-
chum, Jeanette Miller, Keitha Cox,
Violet Lindsey, Marge Long, Aud
rey Dickson, Sylvia Jones, Jane
Ardrey, Sylvia Gardner, and Bar
bara Davis.
Pertelote Staff
Announced
Pertelote editor. Sue Jackso^
has released the names of students
who wiU staff the annual this year.
They are Tommy Scott & Bill
Prevett, co-business managers;
Sondra Lynn Whisnant, secretaiTr
to the business managers, Nell Ro
gers, Janice Brown, Jimmy Callo
way, and Ann Lively, advertising;
Dale Wright sophomore editor;
Pat Guyer, freshman editor;
Kiser, snaip shot editor; Rolaim
Peacock, Photography editor; Ro^
ert Little, feature editor; Bill Cash-
ion, layout manager; Linda Bolick
and Patty Allison, literary sUff;
Gary Frick and Patricia Mintz,
sports editors; Norma Rogers, Lib
by Canipe and Phyllis Vanhoy, ty
pists; Claudia Ramsay and Clara
Pruett, circulation; Opal Buchana,
Jane Carole Hemphill, and Violet
Lindsey, proofreaders; Suzanne
Witter, art editor and Nancy Tillot-
son, assistant art editor. Mrs. C. E.
Roy will be the advisor to the staff*
Verse Solicited
iBSrevaird College studeintif, li
brarians, and teachers are invited
to submit original verse to be con
sidered for possible pulblication in
the Annual Anthology of College
Poetry, The Annual Anthology of
Poetry Of Teachers And Librarians.
Student manuscripts must be en
tered prior to Nov. 5, while teach
ers and librarians have until Jan.
1. Further information may be ob
tained in the Clarion office.
Or do you cry only for the beauty
of tears? This heart of mine weeps
also, Mimi. It weeps for no reason
unless the heart was just made to
cry. The beauty of things was made
before the heart, Mimi. Therefore,
the heart must have been made for
weeping — an organ specifically
designed to perpetuate continuous
sorrow. There is happiness in sor
row, though Mimi. There is the
quiet, final, disconsolate happiness.
Why do you close your eyes? Do
you seek such happiness Mimi?
How will the dead taste their long
sought treasure? Whisper in my
ear, so close to your lips my dear,
how will you taste it Mimi? You
cannot answer because you are in
the heart of God and I am in the
bowels!? But the universe is rela
tive Mimi and death is merely ano
ther dimension. Mimi will not an
swer. She is no longer relative to
anything. Small wonder God weeps!
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