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books, a picture ,™„, presidertrap^olmed the fT
istic young man. lowing committees for t-h ' Oai’I T? m • r
f mountains and shop; Reception ta^L!:?*- Youf --^.elected state president oi ,he North
The grandfather clock slowly
boomed out ten times. Each sound
It made carried the slender, sweet-
of the faded red sofa back across a
span of years. She slowly turned the
pages of a worn photograph album.
mat r “oW not
make herself go to bed any more
than she could keep herself from
remembering. A tear trickled down
L g^^ed at a
ughing little girl with short curly
air. It was her daughter at the age
ehubby li ttle figure.
Pat Erasing- '^^ung Women’s President of the North-
— 26- at Campbell Colli^
Inevitable D
)n B
u-^uj '■^'"^mbered Ellen’s eighth
birthday party. It had been a rainy
afternoon and the children were dis
appointed at not being able to play
on the lawn. Ellen had brought her
toys in and let each child select one
to play with and to keep. Lisa could
ee that it hurt the child when a boy
git picked up a favorite teddy
tavely. Lisa had whispered,
Thl- K ?• stubbornly.
Thats the kind of person Ellen wak
'ay
•nly foul
to the
^'hich I
ck beautiful"
she thought It was true. It wasn’t
warmth and charm from within
Lisa sighed^ Ellen had never gat in'-
to m.sch.ef as the other children
cvereThf®'’^u
I ^ ‘^^old to provide El-
b™*’of love and secur.
7w, r '*"“«bter should
tS ^ of friends.
seemM fff'sn had
seemed so distant!
veilTpif *0 “fbum re-
summer ™ m *at was last
sitbnT: "I “orl halter,
the ”t frr™rite rowboat at
?av he been carefree and
g y then, little dreaming that the
would come so soon^hen she
, 'vmcn
would be grieving ovdit life.
The thought that sbt age 1
Ellen permission to go the t
nic last month brought^ ordir
to Lisa s eyes. Ellen whe
wanted to go. of a si
"Why did it have toght let
soon ? Lisa moaned aloi"'’ trip
she was selfish, but on
had had Ellen for too st^i*^t!rat
themselves. > wouk
It must have begun' .^’ont!
nic, for ever since
wandered around with I
look in her blue eyes.
not eat, and Lisa suspect^*’’ . b
light burned far into the
night. before
Li2a dozed. A hanf
shoulder startled her inn
ness. She blinked at
Bob.
Boast And Shame
1 have been told that T . .
Was
Let up, Lisa, and co^^-
bed. Ellen won’t be ho^- j
hour yet. Don’t worry q ^
about her. Every girl haS^gj
love and have a first 4,1
time." ^
I have been told that I am a dtv
y integral part of mans dviliza
tion. Some have said that my skv
piercing structures, countless Indus
tries, and precision of operation ate
both the aim and the end of LJs
uspttattons. But while othersTav
see only the glare and facade of 2
nnumerable signs contrasted against
inm Ti’' ^ look down
canyons between those
walls and probe at the very heart
my being, the people, ^ “
ied^Tnd *T ““f “‘f ^sr-
yd. And rather than in the inces
sant flow and roar of the merh?
structmg the advancement of the
wbo e. Indeed, as the floS tl*
midday wanes into the ebb tide of
hilltop-page sixteen
Swal 'be shoals and
&shrn v by the
und lights a7 I ‘“™"?ble signs
'bey am
osf ed Se^ “ 'b^ Proud-
to me
mSlt “ lTth“t”
tievdop’eSk'^arih''’" '
Others.? No if s m
that my de^Inf ; fact
taneous and thfi-"^ largely spon-
incalculable t ^his
overwhelmed.
Herein does my glamor become
harsh reality, reality which
nessman endeavors to
reality in which the pe'^hin
exist, reality which makes
my head and wish that I
ferent. Yet, I ask myselfj^^
mine to be different, fotngi
cold stone evolve into ht I
different.? How can life tbeve
ceived amidst soot, glarif an
and endless pavements asfsee
different.? I ask, but I hCLat
ply. Then I am told that^ove
tures will change, my induS'jf^p
come and go, my precisiofl
ation may improve, but u% n
—underneath there will ‘or t
change. Thus I am to r^'whi
integral part of man’s cM
Outwardly, and in populaO^®'
tion,^ I am his boast; un^
and in reality, I am his shiJ^il
Don Kroe
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