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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.