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Post Script (Paul Smiths, N.Y.) 1946-2003, May 24, 1967, Image 3

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May B< W r i t h e s A g a i n fnued from page 1) e grunting, panting pres- of a heavily laden. Jed signalling his desire quit the‘ bus. Throwing a look of ljty gallantry at the woman as she £• herself into the seat which he re- l®jtrished, he strutted toward the hissing Taking another glance at the build- i& ljust outside, Mr. Beemish suddenly real- that he had mistaken his stop and in reality several blocks ahead of his ;e. He looked back in panicky nostalgia former seat and saw that the lady was firmly ensconced and glaring jim in smug triumph. He wheeled <i; again and saw that the driver was frig his foot with histrionic impatience; >5rs were open, insisting, taunting. A K.man, Philbert meekly delivered up * to the bus driver and hurried off then hurried back on to retrieve fcase, and slunk off again. us gave a snort of disdain and ay, he pretended to be absorbed Sing the lettering on a street sign, ij'ith a mission. Finally concentrat- hisfettention to the implications in- ■ the sign’s message — “Third _ Fritch Drive” — he realized rhaps three blocks from his aps he also noted that he was orhood much like his own, con- tly of old, sagging apartment usty respectability, tew his nose (Philbert always caught cofijin the fall) and shifted and hunched M V weight around to make as light as posRble the burden of his briefcase for his horit&rard trek, his attention was suddenly diverte d. He focuslff on the distracting element and realize<*iit was the entrance to the city park, fe e Harleyton City Park. If Mr. Beemislf'jhas been more civic-minded he would haw instantly recalled that this area was ac<felimed to be one of the most beautiful toT»p>parks in the nation, C of C propaganda wfcte, and that it was a credit to the com fenity, and a beacon to the tourist, and But it waateojnething besides patriotism that was ru ttin g inside him! Something more like thRyague insistent whisperings P O S T S C R I P T — Q U I L L Page 3 of old associs dormant mei vine encrusteJ a large hedge! Possibly it, possibly he himself — 1 muddy passaf to Mort’s have to plod the reason, through the though, he gh to make certain him, and pox ah ai hill ishj via aWii ins, the murmerings of long •*es as he contemplated the irch which opened through the interior of the park, just an impulsive act, jeved the excuse he gave <- ;the park would be a less .than that vacant lot next icatessen which he would fcft.tigh otherwise. Whatever Beemish decided to go : on his way home. First, up and down the street no one was watching route would be longer 3 have the Connery re- tomorrow, and Myra had [never to be late for supper [&ut further ado, Philbert the arch. [e of the arch, Mr. Beem- descending into the park {hdqlat^ig, sandstone atair: Thoughts From A Window On A Spring Day Doers And Dreamer by Scott Bortz , ■ “Hey, John, we’re getting to go out g up to- old club little, so is summer. I’m sitting here on my window sill ad­ miring the view and enjoying the fresh air of Spring which is all around me. A cup of coffee sits by my side and a cig­ arette is slowly burning in the ash tray. The Kingston Trio is playing softly on the stereo. From where I sit I can see the tops of the new classroom building, the science hall and the garage. Behind the garage is a stand of tall pines, and a mountain lifts only its peak above them. I wish it were bigger or I was higher up so that I could see enough of it for a picture. It’s a beautiful mountain with the blue haze sur­ rounding it. The small tongue of a cloud was sticking toward it before, but now it is gone and the sky is again powder blue. There was a small butterfly here before. With his black wings and orange spots he was very beautiful, especially since he was the first one I’ve seen this year. He flew up to me, hovered before me for a few seconds, and then, when a slight breeze came along, he was gone. I haven’t seen him since. To my left is a tall conifer which sticks up higher than the surrounding ones. There are branches only around the top. which have grown with the direction of the wind, giving the tree a graceful look as it stands there all alone. I remember that tree, I once had to measure it with an abney for Forest Pro. I think it was one-hundred and three feet tall or something but I can’t remember. I wonder if my friend the robin will be picking through the leaves behind the dorm when dusk comes. He’s been there every day for a long time now. I ’m looking forward to seeing him again. Someone just walked d own the path which runs behind the dorm and asked if I was comfortable. I told him, “Very.” Yes, I ’m very comfortable, and feel very relaxed and happy. I wish it were Spring the year ’round so I could feel all the time in my heart this love of life and all the beauty which God has put on this earth. Sanctuary by Al Glass Once again, for the second time in re­ cent memory, the United States is for all practical purposes a t war with Communism- in-arms. The Korean conflict of sixteen houseT^t we can have parties W hat do you say?” ‘ _ “Sure, Charlie, you k&tiw you can count me in.” But the next afternoorVS“Hello, Charlie, this is John. How about\jj&eting us at the mill? Then we’re all goirjg^to take off for the clubhouse, like you yesterday. Re­ member?” ook, man, I’ve to tear down n so I can ow. I’ll come O.k.?” nd and good the rally “tech” in- some sign was to be might need to Charlie’s smay, that aftenoon, is a mat- ping, and “Yea, I know, John got car troubles. I’ve my carburetor this afte* make it to the rally to and help some other “Sure, Charlie, I und luck with your car.” The following aftemootjJ course, as John finished1; spection, he looked around of Charlie or his car; neit seen. Thinking that Char# some help, he called and talk mother. He found, to hi Charlie had slept the prevl and hadn’t gotten his car do5 ter of fact, Charlie was still didn’t want to be disturbed.1' Charlie had always been fcftelidea-man, always the first to complain'■»|out what was lacking in a program q£\?fchool, or anywhere else. But when th^jfdea was accepted by the group, Charlie never in sight. He was off somewhere eftijpr sleep­ ing or dreaming up some new. \jroposal. There are many “Charlies” in-^OTis world — the people who can always pt™* out the evil and corruption in society><or analyze their friends’ problems. The orffr| trouble with “Charlies” is that they :$» rarely willing to put themselves out aid in arresting these problems. These same “Charlies” are the' make remarks like “I wish I had) eighty-five average this semestet. beat tonight, I’ll do my work t<$ Well, it doesn’t work like th Today, for a man to get some must go out and flght, or perhai$ polite word would be compete; b.i remains that people who wait “breaks” seldom get them. We little “Charlie” in us but a man to make his own “breaks.” Untitled by Bruce Beyer communicated by beingfcj ings, my total existance$ derstood. Such joy, s I have never known b^fb Wasn’t this what I had beelfif Seeking to find someone for W’ not have to define every word I ^ one who sees completely th a t spoken as well as that whicfv-J thought an image in my min<£t^ So what did she do? She -lejftffme. And her last words were, “I kn«p you. I know you so well that therejiSan be no surprises, no subtleties thatv*D will not comprehend. There can be nbJ misunder­ standings between us and therefore neither bp love.” £ rnmf ly feel- j>he un- jecstasy [eeking? I did Some- rhich is only a i

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