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Jekyll-Hyde In
The Commons
Bnaian. Seven o’clock. One half hour. One blessed half hour
before.... Now I’ve got to get HOLDof myself!O.K.,first go back to my
room, wash up, GET RE^Y. Maybe change my clothes for THE
JOURNEY! Put on my vest. Find some cigars and a handkerchief
(cigars in the ri^t vest pocket, handerchief in the left). Slick back my
hair and part it in the middle.... that’s right. Odd, I feel...dif
ferent..jsome how. Now the coat. Fine. But how much time?? fifteen
minutes. Time enough to take it easy in the Commons and get a
chicken sandwich from the machine before THAT TIME! Phooey,
this sandwich tastes like a shoe. (Xi, well, give it to that hungry
looking feline by the water fountain. WATT A MINUTE! It’s a black
cat. It’s looking at me Uke... it’s... it’s TIME?? (Hmm. that sandwich.
I feel strange...) Seven twenty-five. I’d better get going. Yes, I’d better
go. I suppress a shudder; siq>press, shudder, suppress! Gather aU the
courage and muster I can fit on a hot dog and wolf it down! Down down
DOWN deep I descend into the very bowels of the damp, slimy Com
mons building. My footsteps echoing into the nothingness that is slowly
sapping my identity, changing me, churning me... the void above and
below me. My brain feels the nitrate deposits and tastes the Amon
tillado as I hurry on growing ever more desperate! I run I At last I
readi the door! Heavy and ponderous, creaking with hinge, my
bleeding fingers claw it open, my mind teetering on the brink of
inanity to escape the emptiness of the STAIRWELL. AND NOW THE
DOOR IS OPEN!! I turn the comer and THERE, STRAIGHT IN
FRONT OF ME, FACE SWEATING, VOICE BOOMING, EYES
GLAZED BEHIND COKE-BOTTLE GLASSES, LUMBERING
STRAIGHT FOR ME, THE INSIDIOUS DOCTOR JAGUER!!!!!!!!!!
And bdUnd him, like demi-gods, like some carnival in Hades, the
nineteoi hundred are alive and festering! Sick old moi, scheming,
conniving women, dresses and Gibson Girl hairstyles! Servants,
watdichains, slick^ down hair, understudies and and... I’m ... no
longer me! IT WAS THE CHICKEN SANDWICH! I ONLY ATE ONE
BITE BUT...I’m I’m part of all this...I...I...Dr. Jaguer is my friend
... Dr. Jaguer is my teacher ... and I’m John... I’m John ... I’m ... I’m
..i)scar. OSCAR HUBBARD!! And this is my family! These people!
This is where I belong! I’m home! I LIVE HERE!! I live
herelliveherelliveherelliveherelliveherelliveherelliveherellivehere
nivehere.
John Cbggeshall
STAR-THOUGHT
The Madonna’s child dances ’round a tortoise
shell ship placidly telling of dreams and
fancies ^at once occured but now are real
only to people of proper desendancy.
Rich Shoenberger
CAMEO
The young girl posed for her portrait.
The artist brushed her cheeks with pink;
Her lover’s sable beard had blushed her
With colors too rare for canvas to bare.
Wanda Ct-ouse
(UNTITLED)
moted shafts of glass-stained morning sun
never now shall fail again
among the echoes in Uie musty shadows
of forgotten arches, nor touch upon
the timbled prayerwom cathedral stone
and yet the ancient angel trumpets sound
voices in song of friends
perhaps no longer there
come faintly through crescendoes in the rain
the shifting distant maze
of many many miles
and of time
and still
the cold light, midnight’s minion, moon,
shining spire in darknight’s clearest staipierced dome
circled softly, brightly rounded by a misty ring
watching the wind in winter silence wash the land
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GIVING THANKS
Hie fr^kled boy twanged grace
Through snaggled teeth and passed
His plate for harvest firsts.
Wanda Q*ouse
I STAND UPON A UCHEN SILVERED SUMMIT
Listening to the windblown fog pass through
last lingering leaves of dampdark mossgrown trees
a rain pool in the rock
holds forth the highest of the wintry branches
and the nearness of a whitened sky
I could learn to love this drifted mountain
gatherer of quiet clouds
Uve while traveling silently
its many paths
watch black ravens circle in the
mists below
I hear the sound of many waters
falling on the wooded autumn slopes
rills of running rain
spill down the steep piled stones
and I am rinsed in moimtain laughter
I cast away my wetly clinging clothes
and so when come the wind and sim
am ready to receive
the careful, joyful gift they bring
and then, perhaps thus purified
I leave t^ rock
for there is yet one mountain
I must find.
maria lattimore
The Adventure of Jumping
Blue Flash The Wonder Pup
Jumping Blue Flash went out to flash the clouds for he so loved
blotdiing blazing blurrs in the early morning mist. Suddenly, someone
zonked the Wonder on the head with a battleship. Hiis sent our
hero immediately into naval dreams of the days when he was nothing
more tiian a mere moose bellowing in the pale moonli^t.
Ah, those were the old days. Hie days when sweet was sour, and sour
was bitter, and the sun set sideways. When one could roll glowing
statues and babbling brooks into a ball only to toss it out onto the
heather on a yoyo string. It was then that the spiritual natures of
Jumping Blue Flash’s supreme masters were being devised in a vat
of pimentoed matter by Ruff Ruff, the only one vi^o was to learn:
“What Is Truth?”
Jumping Blue Flash slowly regained consciousness,and noticed that
he was hanging by two clips over a wall safe. Whoi he toyed with the
rotary connections and made joy on the gears, he couldn’t help but feel
the pain of hunger. So, the Piq> of Wonders cried unabridgely for a few
morsels of left-over Din Din.
Hie Wonder Pup was answered by a telephone who just happened to
be planting dandelions in a pile of fuddy duddy that was alive in the
comer.
“Ifi! Hay!” said the telephone to the stray.
“Where have you been?” the brave Pup began.
“Hirough all of my life; throu^ threads of sti^e...
My motor is running so bake me your fife! ”
Hie phone’s fife \^ch played Picasso on a chain of Cheerioes
danced into the coin return and was swept away by a sea of troubles,
and by opposing, aided them.
Hie scene melt^ into a throbbing red li^t. Hie oceans spit atomic
explosions. Ascending from mysterious depths came...Hie l^aztic
^ace St>asm, a gigantic anti-biology from frizzy fields of Oab
Nebulas. Jumping Blue Flash knew that this was not the time for ten
bright new barbeque ideas. “What is your evil scheme?” the Wonder
Pup yeUed forewarning his head’s numerous I.Q.’s.
Hie ugly Space S^asm just sinisterly writhed, giggled, and threw a
pepper^ powder all over Jumping Blue Flash. Hie Wonder Piq)
turned instantly into two pieces of bread. Hien, suddenly without
warning, the s^ wasrijqied open and Ruff Ruff reachM down, picked
up the ^ace Spasm, and laid it between the two pieces of tread. Ruff
RuS’s reasoning bdiind his action was that he had had it with the
super hero bit, and was now going into the Drive-In Restaurant
bu^ess. And so, Hius werethe beamings of the very popular and
succMsfd “Gnadma’s Jotnt” witti the Sptce Sjpasm on Rye in
town, ?■
Ifidiael Sn^etoa