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The Red Hibiscus, Jan Skinner

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MAYBE I remember it because it was my first cocktail party, but I don't think so. I was in a hurry to be classified as an adult - to live up to my size. So I was sort of grateful when Les asked mother to drag me along to his "Welcome-Home- Liz" party.

Crescendo, Mary Alice Kessler

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I heard a horn crunch on the air

And a piece of laughter whistled behind a building,

I Weep, George W. Coffin

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Why do I weep? Why do my tears well over the brim and splash in dark patches on my shirt? Let me tell you why I weep. Let me tell you why tears flood my eyes and shower on my breast.

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Volume 13, Issue 4: Full Issue

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Vignettes

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Parachute Jump, Eugene V. Ayers

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"Stand up and hook up," comes the order. An attempt to rise is thwarted by eighty pounds of equipment and the violent lurching of the ship.

Night In A Manufacturing District, John M. Satter

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Night in a manufacturing district offers impressions quite different from those one gets in the same location during the day. Darkness hides much of the detail of the surrounding buildings, and softens their sharp lines so that they melt into great mounds of blackness.

A Veteran's Philosophy Of Education, Robert B. Johnson

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The acquisition of an education, to the veteran, is more than a desire-it is a must! The veteran's opportunities for observation of society, perhaps more numerous than those of the non-veteran, enable him to instantly conclude: education is the foremost prerequisite to life.

Shamus, James W. Sullivan

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When I tried to explain Shamus to the "Girl of my Dreams," I succeeded only in picturing an amusing and drunken gangster. She seemed to think he was an "Undesirable Character," so I guess I unintentionally stressed the rougher side of the diamond.

A Vacation, William G. Spellman

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We were going to Hawaii for a rest. The doctor had said we needed a short vacation, but that was his idea, not ours.

The Rise Of The Hoosier Metropolis, Maxine Lyerson

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Indianapolis one-hundred and twenty-five years ago was almost an unknown region where solitude reigned supreme. We who see it today as one of the world's finest cities find it hard to picture the infant capital consisting of four or five cabins and spread over a distance of perhaps two miles.

Stalag Xi B, Loren D. Mellendorf

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Stalag XI B was a prisoner of war camp used by the Germans during the war. It was not like the prison camps such as Buchenwald, which held political prisoners, but was one like the many others located throughout Germany. These camps contained prisoners from other armies, such as Indians, Czechs, Poles, British, French, Russian, and American. The troops captured all over the different fronts were brought to the interior to be held there for the duration.

Jeronimo, Walter Hicks

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Besides being my favorite pet, Jeronimo could also be classified as my "most unforgettable character." He was a part of my life for a relatively short period of time, considering the life span of man; but so many events occurred in that year that it seemed much longer.

Night Battle, Robert Simms

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A battle that was fought continuously in the Pacific Islands was the one with those adorable creatures of nature, land crabs and mosquitoes.

Conception Of Existence, Robert W. Mckeand

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The sudden realization that life is cheap and is used to accomplish an end serves as an awakening force within us and causes us to change our entire conception of man's existence. The world lives in a fantasy of material enjoyment until its delusion explodes in bitter experience.

A Wandering Essay, Robert Lee Howell

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NOTE: All STUDENTS are asked to read this essay as a requisite of English Com- Position 102 b. Thank you! Signed the English Department, Butler University, May 2, 1946.

DEDICATION

DEDICATED TO ALL PEOPLE WHO WOULD LOVE TO VISIT A NICE QUIET REST INSTITUTION

Cognac, Edward J. Flynn

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Flying back from Renner, France, I was holding a new package I had not taken over with me the week before. This package, unlike those I had carried many times before, was anything else but official classified documents, and I was quite pleased with the fact that it was. The Army frowns on special messengers, carrying code and cipher material, who carry anything else but specified items. However, I felt sure there would be little said if I were caught with my new addition to the books and papers I had with me.

Midnight Adventure, William Lieber

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We had drawn a secret mission. This was to be our trial by a jury of German night-fighters, searchlights, and flak-guns.

The briefing room was empty at 7: 00, much to our surprise, we were to be the I only crew sent out that night. The briefing officer gave us all the information necessary for the flight. Take-off time, time in flight, target, target time, and compass heading to and from, bombing elevation, all of this was written down in our pilot's notebook...

Poetry---A Necessary Evil?, George W. Coffin

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After struggling with and against Chaucer the other night I'm inclined to raise my voice in loud and lusty agreement, that the study of poetry is difficult. Confound it, at times it seems nearly impossible! There have been nights when I have battled so with evasive symbolism or grasped vainly at some flowery, ethereal imagery, that I have been tempted to rationalize my way out of the whole situation. "Hell, Doc, you can't let this crazy thing drive you nuts. Besides, it's just not worth it. Poetry isn't of any use to you anyway!" Brother, I know just how you …