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Post Script (Paul Smiths, N.Y.) 1946-2003, May 24, 1967, Image 2

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Page 2 — '? ■ * LSD . . . or ith Me Glass m i n e . ^ k t o ^ l i S L e i i ^ ’^ o ^ w o r k s fo r the Broor bottom Chemical Research Company, has b fgt i- conducting experiments w ith the newly Sjplated drug LSD, which is used in the si pSy of the mind. But Plato has not been Jfsing humans. Instead he is using a hamst&ty. which has become affectionately knownS^aS R. Robert Roquefort. e into possession of R. Robert on the second Saturday of the of June. Plato was going to a :eting and would be gone for the day. He asked if my wife, d I would watch his little baby, kind-hearted soul th a t I am, I lich was to be mistakes number aind three, th a t I would make P O S T S C R I P T — Q U I J T I i T O ' little more than singed dignity. He ducked under a bookcase, ju s t as the fire depart­ m ent came storm ing through the windows, two? I Roque first busine most Magpie, Being t agreed one, that day. The fir; Roquefort least. Whe held him scratched t parently ] scratched, ing onto nr motion, I flip' greatest of sounding sm The table bro pieces, any o toothpick. Hel nate. He just like one of M j the slightest bo] watching the beautiful geomet Dear wife tho! to put a stop to t'eeting with me and R. Robert quite memorable, to say the _ first saw the little cuss, I ,'the palm of my hand, and ['back of his neck gently. Ap- • Robert didn’t like his neck jum ped from my hand, hold- inger. In one smooth fluid ;hrough the air w ith the is, and landed w ith a re- ij-.on top of the coffee table, '“ into an infinite num b er of hich would make a good ____ _ ___ ___ >d\ to my feet by a most sympathetic w«e., >1 picked Roquefort up once again. ThgT tim e I was more fortu- iped me so I would land jjie’s m eatballs: w ithout e. I lay on the floor, ;m g making the most arcs. ;ht th a t she was going ~ ~.,„r ,-~?s nonsense. She had a pained expressior ras she passed overhead (which evoked qu Sfcf'a chuckle on my part) on her way towa ft. the dining room. F irst Magpie landed. 1 flieh the dishes landed. Finally the chinaiclpset landed. On my feet one v .again, I helped Magpie from under the : tjbble. Our attention re­ turned to one R tftobert Roquefort. The problem was cut aijd dried. It was the an­ swer that stumpe«::ias. How do we stop a four-ounce m o n stf ' I picked up a S; my golf bag and or no Plato Pinche1 m ust be stopped.” I spied him sit1 new color T.V., ea spitting the seeds a me. Magpie closed ing a Willie Mayi and I from the o t ing for any introi down and charged new $700 JULm Smoke curled from th r back, a engulfefl' th; fort th/ and Ma 38-ounc made B and a broken mained. Roque \good widow Picklesyrup mus have seen the smoke and called the fire departm ent. (The old busy-body.) W hen the fire chief asked what had hap­ pened, I related the story of R. Robert Roquefort. I received the most peculiar looks. People looked around for empty whisky bottles (which of course they didn’t find) and then invited Magpie and me to see their downtown offices. I insisted th a t somebody had to stay with little Ro­ quefort but two police officers who had arrived at the scene convinced me that little Roquefort could take care of himself. The cell was not the best of accommo­ dations I have ever had; in fact it was not even as nice as I had seen in some of Jam es Cagney’s old movies. The time moved slowly, when out of the blue appeared — guess who? Plato P. Pincher. Plato explained in the best way he could, th a t we had told the truth. We were released, still receiving those peculiar looks. W hen we reached the street, it was near dark, but not so dark th a t 1 could not see R. Robert Roquefort sleeping in the right hand coat pocket of Plato P. Pincher, my friend. j.iSnead nine iron from W.ught. “Plato Pincher Robert Roquefort lg next to my brand i£ a pom egranate and m a tely at Magpie and from one side, wield- ^triodel, 38-ounce bat, Roquefort not wait- :,tions put his head ph the side of my the side, sparks shot a stuttering noise >et, R. Robert Roque- „. face into the screen, her Millie Mays model itig that would have ous. A sickening crash e* wass Twilight On The Marsh by George May Along the coast, from Perth Amboy to Cape May, New Jersey, lies one of the greatest wildlife areas in the United States. The salt flats of New Jersey cover nearly 1000 square miles. In this vast marshland live thousands of kinds of small animals, birds and fishes, some found nowhere else in the world. During twilight boat rides, in late Aug­ ust, I have come to enjoy and understand nature in the area. As I wind along the Inland W aterway in the still afternoon, a w hite head pops up from the midst of the tall grasses. It is a great snowy egret (one of the most beautiful birds in the world) searching the mud for insects and crus­ taceans. Suddenly the air is pierced with a sharp “Awk! Awk!” A few black skimmers come flying over the water, cutting the surface with their long lower beaks. As they glide off in the distance I notice a tern wheel overhead, dive and splash into the water. A second later, he reappears with a small fish in his bill. The scene changes abruptly as a boat towing a skier rounds the bend. As he whizzes past, his wake rocks my small boat. My bow dips and dives and salt spray splashes in my face. Following the skier a sailboat tacks gracefully past. W ith sails blown out by the gentle breeze, its pro­ gress is slow and more relaxed than the power boat before it. In the unique com­ radeship felt between passersby on the water, the skipper waves a greeting. Now the setting sun’s reflection sparkles and shimmers in the smooth w aters of the bay, and the western sky turns orange and purple. It’s time to head for home before A Job Well Done? ? by Audrey Harper iAVE you ever set out t a y io a t a s k f i n d , not long that the task was npfcfcto^asily per­ formed as you had first im a g e d ? Worse than the disillusionm ent of ‘thtijproblem is having to adm it to your fellow jyorker your shortcomings. This was my pjr^lem not so long ago. Rabbit (names have been aftikred to pro­ tect the innocent) and I wej£Ufor a ride last Sunday. It was a beautiffl day; the air was cool and clear and thevpln spai'kled through the few wispy clovtdsSthat laced the bright blue sky. The car'^ftced along the road with the quick, rhyiljflrnc, smooth­ ness of a powerful animal. >25ltr Sunday drive had all the ingredients 'm S an enjoy­ able afternoon. There was oriI£^ne draw­ back — the car was dirty. A dirty car has never 1 fore, but f o r some strange reasr>_ it did. So, Rabbit and I began one of those five-minute-car-w tions. We found one, finally, behind a line of four cars. Whifit ed, I appointed myself a delegatf to watch at the garage window. I hoped to have a good idea of t] ard procedure. (This was to be experience washing a car autom at A fter getting maneuvered into er position and closing th e gara at either end, we realized this w a s 'M job to be done in our Sunday clothes* But Rabbit, being the gallant fellow is, proceded, undaunted by his saturate^jfeuit. We had a mix-up w ith the buttoW J by m istake used too much time the suds. H alf-way through the rin s j — POO F ! No w ater! So, Rabbit, chivalrous fellow he is, asked me f.oi other quarter. W e then found oui with three and a half m inutes of and an already clean car. But the was yet to come. W hen the w a ter finally ran out attff* found our way through the steam t<fy car (we had forgotten to open the; 'v*| age doors and had to get out agai«)\?| proceded to the drying area. The;j* which had appeared to be clean thrc the steam was just as filthy as it had-J on the other side of the garage! ! ASyj tried to sm ear the dirt off with o u r ' cent paper chamois (th a t were useles$$f\j ran into another problem. The water So, Rabbit, being the ingenious fellol is, Q UIT! ! And so did I! ! ture. But I am not entirely happy,, f< know th a t man has begun to invac^i the salt marsh. L, The hum and throb of engines arj$»he smell of diesel fum es floats acros^athe w a ter as a dredge sucks sand frd^fj bottom of the bay and pumps it on&j marsh. By next year there will be »-.i ing development where once there£1 only fish, birds and peace. In his search for a better life, destroying nature. My joy of the is dampened by the knowledge th^te few years tw ilight on the march Wf ^00k-alike cardboard housed How

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