Page 6 THE LEXHIPEP April 2, 1963 LtBRARY-LIBS "SPRING FEVER" By PHYLLIS POSTON And SUZANNE SICELOFF Members of Student Assistant Library Staff “Oh, dear, spring fever has got me today,” exclaimed Phyl lis Poston. “Goodness, that reminds me of an assignment Mrs. Lewis gave us,” cried Martha Briggs, “I mmst find out the author of that quotation that goes something like this: ‘In the spring a young man’s fancy hghtly turns to thoughts of love’. I guess I’d bet ter check in Barlett’s FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS right now.” “Well,” said Barbara Mull, with an air of experience (fro^m reading, of course!), “Bartlett m,ay not note it, but you ought to ro- m.ember that the key word in that quotation is often ‘lightly'. Spring love affairs are Often likened to shipboard romances: light and short-lived!” Ruth Davis teasingly interrupt ed. “I thought ‘Salisbury’ was constant and faithful!” “Never mind, you two!” said Hetty Parker. “Talking about spring fever and the quotation Martha gave puts me in the mood for a really good loi.^e story. Spring seems a good time to read romances.” “One of the best, and a true one at that, is MADAME CURIE”, Catherine Lambeth re marked. “I loved that book.” “Well, I like to read love stories, too,” Connie Beck said, “but Tony thinks they are silly.” “Indeed, not all love stories are silly,” Betty Jo Phillips re marked. “I know several boys who have read love stories and told me they were real he-man type of books. I remember sev eral of them—the books, I mean! Two were FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS and A TIME TO LOVE, AND A TIME TO DIE, and there’s nothing ‘sissy’ about those two books! Another was TALE OF TWO CITIES. So, you tell Tony to try those before he calls aU love stories silly or sissy!” “Well, Buster may or may not like love stories, but I do!” ex claimed Suzanne Siceloff. “I just read HOW DO I LOVE THEE?, which is another true story, incidentally, and also DESIREE. Now I am ready for another good one.” “Try IMMORTAL LOVERS”, Jean Baker suggested. “L’s about real people, also, and a very good book.” “Have any of you tried SON NETS FROM THE PORTU GUESE?” asked Jane Leonard. “They are love sonnets and I must confess I liked them.” “Oh, I don’t like poetry,” spoke up Bonita Leonard. “Neither do I.” added F. Anne Smith. “That’s all right, I guess,” Karen Parks said, “though I do think you two might try that book Jane recommended. After ah, if you are in the romance mood, as all of you seem to be, I am told that poetry is the most suitable way of expressing love!” Lanie Hornbuckle came run ning in, all out of breath. “I bet she got a letter frem Florida. What else would make her look so excited and happy?” said Ruth Davis. Barbara Mud looked at Ruth and said pointedly,” I believe you hear from or see ‘Salisbury’ don’t you? I bet you got a let ter today, also.” “She has nothing on me,” Phyllis Poston said, wiih a de mure air, “I heard from West ern Carolina today. And guess Wihat! In my letter I was ad vised to read DEARLY BE- LOVEiD. I guess I’ll get it out now and start. It is supposed to be quite good.” “Oh, it is,” said Lanie, all composed and cool now. “And you will enjoy THE GAUNTLET, LORENA, and YANKEE STRANGER. Betty Hemphill spoke up. “May I get a word in now?! I like historical ro'mances better than just plain love stories. I think all of you would enjoy LADY OF ARLINGTON, PRES IDENT’S LADY, and IMMOR TAL WIFE.” Martha Briggs rejoined the group. “Guess who firt wrote that quotation? It was none oth er than Alfred Tennyson. While you have been talking, I have learned that Tennyson wrote lines which are being quoted even today! ‘In the spring, a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.’ Come on, Suzanne, let’s go. You have your good love story and I juts checked cut SEA OF GRASS, so both of us can spend part of oui weekend enjoying ‘spring fever’ and our love stories.” Departure —PHYLLIS PARKS He left Her all alone To moan and weep in vain Without a reason as to why He fled. Grace —PHYLLIS PARKS She walks With graceful steps, And talks with soft tones. She is the symbol of all pui'e, Sweet love. In Defense of Lady Macbeth —BARBARA WILSON Lady Macbeth wanted her hus band to have wealth and fame and a good social status. She was trying to help him reach the height of his career. In trying to help him, she did, not realize that she was only leading him into a downfall. As any typical wife would do, she built up his courage. In doing this, it was the beginning of a life of misery. Their plan to mur- dei Duncan, so that Macbeth would become king, led to a se ries of other murders in which she had no part. Little did she reaUze that Mac beth would change their lives completely within a few weeks. Gradually, his love for her be-, gan to change. No longer did he confide in her, or speak to her about his problems, which were many. The tables began to turn; she was becoming the weaker one. Macbeth’s murder-sprees caus ed a mental defect in Lady Mac-r beth. She became depressed and incapable of her usual activities, although she stood by him and defended him in many incidents. As her days became fewer, she was completely insane. Her only thoughts and actions were involv ed with the mirrders and schemes, of Macbeth. She ended her misery by sui cide. It must have been her only escape from the drudgery of her life. Love —TRICIA BERRIER Is love Eternal faith In aU our hearts admire And all our hearts feel strongly for? I ask. This Is Beauty —CHARLOTTE SINK “For everything there is a sea son, and a time for every matter under heaven; a time to keep and a time to cast away.” Ecclesiastes 3: 1 and 6 Moon, sand, and ocean are three words that start racing through my mind each year as the warming sun brings a burst of radiance to the ever-lengthen ing days. The constant beat, beat, beat of the waves as they break upon the shore is like a drug to the mind. How could one ever tire of seeing the fiery, orange moon as it sends its rainbows over the water? Who could resist walk ing forever in the crystal softness of the sand? What man could help loving the way the ocean rolls up suddenly, splashing one’s legs and feet? Days are hot from the ever burning sun, but the nights are sweet with clear ocean breezes. Each morning brings a doubt as to whether or not such per fection could have existed; yet there it is, only now the water is hot and blue where it had been cool and gray. The waves, top ped by white caps, are like whip ped cream on a cake. They bob up and down, each with a grace ful movement, never tiring and never failing to return. Up to the Waterfall —JOE INGRAM Carey and Joe were dwarfed by their surroundings as they began their climb up the trail from the green valley below. Tall mountains rose majestically on all sides of them. Trees spread their green blankets, coveriiiii the mountains except for scattered patches of grey massive rock. The cool grass along the trail swayed in the gentle breeze. It brushed against the boys’ legs causing them to rub them con stantly. From this sinuous trail they could see their goal far ahead. It was a waterfall spill ing from the top of a distant mountain. Although Joe was the taller of the two boys, Carey was a year older. Both were wearing faded blue jeans and T-shirts. Joe’s blue jeans had been hastily trans formed into shorts by removing the legs with a knife slightly above his knotty knees. The tailor ing of the pants, being half cut and half torn, was far from a professional job. 'The right leg was nearly two inches longer than the left. Although the sky was deep bluq with no sign of rain in sight, Carey wore a droopy cloth rain hat with a blue and white check ered band. The brim was casual ly pulled down all the way around. Joe’s hand-fashioned walking stick perferated the soft ground as he listened intently to Carey’s explanation of the planet earth. But had anyone examined this scene closely he would have caught the twinkle in Joe’s eyes and an occasional smile breaking across his face as “Professor Carey” raved on. Smudges of blackberry juice stained their hands, lips, and T- shirts. They had carefully picked the juicy lobes off the prickly bushes scattered along the trail. Dodging the sharp briars guard ing the berries was dangerous business, but the rewards were tasty. The trees were growing thicker, the higher they climbed. The trail became slick and steep ats they neared the waterfall. Tall trees with black bark stood on both sides Reflections —HAROLD CRANFORD I sit by a brook Playing Rook, And I think— “What am I doing here. Where am I going?” I think, long and hard. Then, continue. My oh my, what am I doing? What a question. It seems most men Have this thought come into their heads. And I am not different. So, why be different? I’ll do what most men do. Forget it. And continue. of the boys. The thick clusters of green leaves hanging on the limbs of these trees let in only flickers of the bright summer sun. Moist green moss clung to the bases of these trees. The fresh smells of wild flowers and early summer greenery were everywhere. The soil was black and rich. Small white mushrooms popped up un der the shade of the trees. Joe broke a stem from a small sassa- frass tree growing beside the trail and began to chew on the spicy ibers inside. Carey, seeing that this seemed to contain some sat isfying flavor, brok off an identi cal branch and began to attack it eagerly. Up ahead they could hear the roar of water flowing over rocks. They rounded a bend in the trail, and there before them was a gateway to adventure. Over the years a stream of water had cut a deep gulley down the mountain and formed this majestic water fall. 'The stream of water rush ed violently over the gray-brown brlders as it ripped and splash ed down the winding path as far as the eye could see. The boys began to edge their way down the slippery ledge. Disappearance --KAY ALBRIGHT 'The sun Goes slowly down Behind the dying aay Of hopes, of dreams, of fun, of schemes And’s gone. The Thief —KAY ALBRIGHT Softly It comes to steal The hearts of careless ones Who never would have thought of Loving. Literary Club Sees Caesar —CONNIE BECK The Blue Masque, Catawba College’s playmakers, presented William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar March 6-9. Professor Fred Vacha, head of the drama department, directed the im pressive production. Preparation and presentation of a Shake spearean play is a challenge to the director and the cast. Al though they are amateurs, the members of the Blue Masque deserve commendation for a well-presented interpretation of the play. The students make both the scenery and the costumes for their plays. Seven members of the Liter ary Club and their advisor went to Salisbury on March 7 to see the play. Those attending were Sue Craver, Steven Schaeffer, Ruth Davis, Vicki Erickson, Con nie Beck, Sallie Barbee, Paul Canady, and Mrs. Roland Gib son.

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