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The Last Word, The Editor

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The Ageless Mystery, Clyde Steckel

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The qualities of changelessness and everlastingness ascribed to God by man have not always been ascribed to him. The idea of God has grown, matured, and developed as the human mind has progressed, beginning with a narrow family or tribal deity and becoming a universal omnipresence. There are two reasons why these narrow conceptions of God have existed through the years.

Awakening, Lulu A. Conn

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When consciousness first reaches out to bring us from our drifting cloud of sleep, it is like the sunlight upon the floor of a woods, dancing in patterns of sparkling happiness, now and then arrested by a shadow of seriousness.

Next Summer, John O'Drain

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To others it is just an old-fashioned garden, along the bus route, but to me it is a nostalgic symbol. Every time I pass, memories of another garden filter into consciousness. A garden bordered with iris plumes of varied hues and perfumed with art elusive fragrance appears. An old lady is bent over a bloom of exceptionally delicate shade. She straightens slowly saying, "Lovely, isn't it, John?" Her hands are gnarled and dirty, her dress black and shapeless, but her smile makes you overlook all else.

Magical Gold, Joann-Lee Johnson

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Drowning, P. M. Coffey

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Up and down I went, slowly. I could see the women's legs hanging in the water from a log. I was only four, but I knew something was wrong. The water was a pretty bluish-green color and very quiet, except for the air bubbles that came out of me and the splash of the legs kicking in the water.

Analysis Of "R.U.R.", Robert Bowles

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(The analysis of RUR by Robert Bowles is printed as an example of what is being done in Freshman Composition classes in the form of analysis. We believe that this is a superior illustration of a review of the important work by Capek.)

Interlude At Dawn, Rex Van Trees

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Joey, Minnie Wilson's little black rooster, ended his raucous greeting to the new day and began to strut proudly about the back yard, pausing only to preen the glossy feathers of his neck or to peck at some nearly invisible object on the ground.

The Night Scrubwoman, Joann-Lee Johnson

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The Sea, Roger Chittick

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A silent yearning for the sea lies deep within me. Sometimes it even seems that I can hear the surf foaming in my ears; and that joyful, lilting freedom that comes with the sea seems to permeate my whole being.

God's Will, Alan Markum

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Infamous entity of the earth

Indifference of matter and existence both Mankind in penance would cry unto the skies

The Dark Curtain, William T. Edwards

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It was dark and cold. He didn't mind the cold So much; he was nearly accustomed to that. But the darkness was something else. The darkness concealed things, and there was the danger. It was odd, he was thinking, that the artillery didn't throw in a few flares to light it up a bit out front. Maybe Intelligence didn't Chink it necessary, but sometimes they were wrong. Remember the Bulge? The l06th never knew what hit it. The darkness was oppressive and suffocating. It occurred to him that he would like to cut out a handful of this darkness and …

Poetry Corner, Verse Forms Class

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Great Books Discussion On Artistotle's Politics

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(We are pleased to present a transcript of a recent Great Books meeting conducted by Dr. Clide Aldrich and Dr. Clarence Efroymson. Betty Cramer, Sue Higginbotham and Nancy Dye, members of the Advanced Shorthand Class, took the transcript. The contents of the discussion on Aristotle's Politics have been condensed.)

Free Enterprise, Jim Sullivan

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The Veterans Administration had given me an unusually fast job. It had only taken them eleven day s short of a year to get around to giving me the dental examination I had requested. I seated myself in a chair in the dentist's reception room and picked up a magazine.

Autobiography Of The Late J. Harrison Peabody, Richard H. Jowett

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WHY I am walking today I do not know and bleached rain stained stones are rough against my feet but I am calling on a friend he sits in a tower and to him come men with questions come the people yes to ask him what he says...

To A House That Is Loved, Verse Forms Class

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Atlantis, The Lost Continent, Judy Johnston

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(We are printing Miss Judy Johnston's complete source theme The Lost Island of Atlantis, not only because of its universal interest, but also because of the aid it may offer to those students who are preparing work along the same lines. We recommend it as interesting, informative reading.)

Vincent Van Gogh's Personal Possession, Bill Dewitt

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I am an amatuer artist, so when I was in Arles in southern France, it was nat­ural. for me to want to see all the places thereabouts that the famous Dutch painter Vincent van Gogh had been concerned with when he lived there in 1888.

Not Very Much, George W. Coffin

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MAGGIE Malone tucked number in t 0 her shabby purse and goodby to Dominic. Each evening he gave her a ride home from the department store where she worked as a seamstress in the alterations room. Tonight, Dominic had sold her a quarter chance in a pool sponsored by the Italian churches of the city; he had sold the chances all along his vegetable route. At first Maggie argued that she just couldn't afford it. Why, she was behind on her rent as it was, and if it weren't for the kindness of old Mrs. Ruben, she'd be without a …

Night Town, Lost Time, Louise Retherford

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"Noon Edition", Richard J.O. Greene

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NANNY Martin sprawled against the corner of the building and stared directly into the brilliance of the street light. He felt like crying - the champagne had made him feel like crying, and the little gold statue in his hand made him feel like crying.

Sanctuary, Rosemary Ronsheim

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HAVING wished for a moment that the pink heat behind the isingless door would him instead of burning the sales of his shoes, the boy jumped to his feet. He had pressed hard against the short, iron skirt of the round stove and the burning leather vias scorching. At the same time, Mr. Dorty had called "Sixty." Mr. Dorty was night operator for the District Telegraph Company, and the boy was "Number 60 of the DTC." The operator instructed him to go to "325" for a message. No time was lost in putting on a coat, since this was an …

Jesu Maria 1960, Allyn Wood

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The massive bell, resting on the rug in their living-room amid its travelling - wrappings, was much larger than they had expected. The girl and her mother felt their cottage grow smaller like a rock surrounded by rising tide. They were not inclined to discuss the bell in its presence, lest their minds turn on them with salty and even rude criticism from the inanimate thing's point of view; but they noticed for the first time how poor was the view from their windows, which did not look to sea. It was a great iron bell, with rust scoured thin …

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Volume 14, Issue 1: Full Issue

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The Last Word, The Editor

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The Departure, The Vital Storm, Frances King

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Lady, Jack Averitt

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In a little mound of dirt about two miles south of Kwanghan, China, lies the remains of the best friend the 425th Bombardment Squadron ever had. Her name was "Lady" - a name that was symbolic of her character, a name that became synonymous with luck in the only heavy bomber outfit in China.

Futility, Anonymous Author

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We stood in bread lines. We slept on "trustee" mattresses, drank "trustee" powdered milk, ate "trustee" canned corn--beef, wore "trustee" shoes and clothing, lived in "trustee" houses, burned "trustee" coal. We existed. We are today's young men and women. We were yesterday's children. We carry the scorch of the depression. Our parents knew what they were fighting. We knew only what we heard in the muted conversations of our parents, the look on our father's face when he came home from tramping the streets all day looking for a job or just sitting on the Court House steps.