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That Is Why, Jeane Siskel

Manuscripts

They were as high as high. Below them, was not that full, rounded form of yellow light the moon-the moon anchored in distant music? Were not the sudden twinklings seen in the distance the stars? Were not those shifting shadows clouds?

Just Past Six, Ione Colligan

Manuscripts

You long to be a big boy, Jerry? Want to be like Uncle John, and shoulder guns instead of sticks and know what's wrong with all the world and how the troubles should be fixed? I see. You don't like being just past six. You want to stride with head thrown back and shoulders square. You'd wear big boots and roar and swear.

The Pleasures Of Eating, Joseph Trent

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Eating is necessary, and in most cases, pleasurable. If one derives pleasures from eating, one has reasons for doing so. These pleasures, the foods that make eating pleasurable, and the people who eat such foods will be discussed in this paper. The pleasures of eating is an interesting topic and should provide you with some interesting and amusing thoughts.

I have heard of people who love certain foods because of their dainty and beautiful appearance. And then, too, I have heard of people who have favorite foods because they have such a pleasurable feeling after having partaken of these foods. …

Hitler And Wagnerism, Janet Gregory

Manuscripts

To the average person the name Wagner means nothing more than the name .of a German composer and writer of operas. However, that name means to the German people almost as much as the name of Hitler. Wagner's music is so impressive that it has lived through the past century and has come to be one of the most outstanding influences on modern Europe. It has been said that whoever expects to understand National Socialist Germany must know Wagner. Adolph Hitler has often told his friends and the whole National Socialist regime, which finds its foundation in the Germanic myths, …

Two Poems, Margaret Byram

Manuscripts

On Discovering a Book of Shelley's Poems

A portion of the feeling that once hallowed Keats
when he kenned the vast unknown
And stood, a Watcher, rapt, alone,
Came to me, a vision, swift, unbearable
In beauty scarcely born.

The joy of fusing with a master's soul,
The searching bliss of first discovery
Swept my mind, and left me tense and free,
A spirit treading the fresh-dewed grass
In early morn.

My Attitude Toward Poems, Richard Outcalt

Manuscripts

I am not interested in most poems. At one time I disliked poetry to the full extent of my ability, but as I grew up I became aware that to many people, poetry was all right. On careful consideration of this awakening, I decided that there were undoubtedly merits to poetry, but that you had to be in the mood to really get anything out of them. This mood to me seemed to signify a pale thin fellow skipping with gaily outstretched arms and fingers, romping through sunny fields of buttercups chasing gorgeous butterflies, then, tiring of this strenuous exercise, …

My Experience With Poetry, Rachel Whelan

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Poetry? A strange parade of multicolored, grotesque and unique figures begins its march through my mind. Far down a misty street of reminiscence it is headed by a gingham dog and a calico cat, and passing the reviewing stand at this moment is the pitiful crowd from the "Fall of the City" led by the mysterious woman. My parade is distinguished from all others because its end is never viewed, and the beginning never stops, for there will always be spectators for this parade, and though the street is winding and narrow in spots it never terminates.

Sun On The Steeple, Richard Moores

Manuscripts

The man rolled over in bed and woke up. He opened his eyes slowly and carefully and immediately closed them. Bright yellow sunlight came through the second story window and struck the bright yellow ugliness of the wall paper. The man put his hand in front of his eyes and blinked a few times, then he took his hand away and looked at the clock on the table beside the bed. It was 10:15 and the post man always came by at 9. The man decided to take it easy. He shook the last cigarette out of the pack on …

Credo, Mary Wiley

Manuscripts

In our sad days it is a woman's part
To keep alive the things that ease the soul,
All music and delight. It is her role
To pour out lovely songs to fill the heart
With tenderness again, and hopeful start
The hymnal in the church; amid the whole
Of dark, confusing time out of control
To sing, and let not loveliness depart.

Unfaltering faith is difficult to keep
When futile tears fall on the changeless earth
And still are dried by the recurrent sun.
Mankind may perish if its women weep
Too much, too long. We will allow no …

Professor Blank, Patricia Sylvester

Manuscripts

He walked into the room, hung his umbrella on the thermometer (on sunny days he used the umbrella as a walking stick) and turned methodically to the speaking stand. Then it came-laughter! laughter! The professor filed through his mind to determine if he "cracked" any of his jokes at the last meeting of the class. No, the last meeting was Thursday, second Thursday of the month. He always pulled his jokes on Tuesdays. Maybe it was the blackboard. Someone had written something on the blackboard, - something funny, maybe even about him. He turned to look at the board, but …

Spikey Evans, Myron Scarbrough

Manuscripts

In the afternoons, before most of The Sun's staff had come to work, the windows of the sports room were tightly shut and the radiator sizzled merrily. The room was hot to a point well beyond mere discomfort, and the copy boy with the two o'clock mail or the occasional match-maker with his notice of a boxing tournament never tarried long in its unwholesome atmosphere.

While the torrid room and its stagnant air drove copy boy and match-maker from its tropic-Iike confines in short order, it never got the best of Spikey Evans. Spikey was human, and he knew when …

My Hero, Glenn H. Fisher

Manuscripts

I wouldn't read this if I were you. Before you get any farther than this you should know that although I started to write a short story I never got it finished. I almost did though. It would have been a poor story any way - it's just the idea that I didn't finish what I started that irks me.

The Curse Of Sabina, Robert Dietz

Manuscripts

"Good evening, lad"
It was a strange voice. Loren stopped his work and turned. An old woman peered at him over the fence. She frightened him; he dropped his hoe. He wanted to run.
She spoke again. It was in slow, drawn syllables, "Have you seen Marna?"
Loren had never heard of Marna. And he had no idea who the stranger might be. She was old, her back was bent, her dirty gray hair hung long and loosely over her cheeks. In the setting sun it was difficult to see her face, but the features appeared sharp and hideous. She …

The Silversmith, Joe Berry

Manuscripts

The child was born unto a silversmith,
born son and grandson both of silversmiths
in the small room behind the dusty shop.

The old man stopped his pounding on his bench,
his son turned down the fiercely blasting fire
when the child was born. But when he breathed, cried
and howled, they worked again, as they had done
all morning - and as they had done
for years before, the old man and his son:
silver sculptors, bracelet makers, fashioners
of all small articles from gleaming blocks.
Now they were glad; not for two hundred years
had the house lacked …

The Eldest Of A Band, Esther Benjamin

Manuscripts

I am a P. K. I was born a P. K., and I suppose I shall die-a P. K. I have known the obligations and privileges, the sorrows and joys, the tragedies and comedies of membership in the Royal Order of the Society of P. K.'s, all because my father is a minister, and I-a PREACHER'S KID.

Living With The Angels, Jack Devine

Manuscripts

Pretty Joe Rainbow was not as pretty as his name implied. He had yellow teeth which were always visible because they lay over his lower lip. Whenever he opened his mouth to smile, which was often, one could see that the teeth were more like dog teeth than those of a man. They were pointed and spaced apart. On the tip of his tongue was a wart, and Pretty Joe liked to try to fit the wart in the spaces between his teeth. The left side of his face was swollen to about twice the size of a man's fist; …

April Thoughts In War Time, Helen E. Hughes

Manuscripts

Sonnet

Blue skies are cruelest now; immense, they bend
Over the lonely land, uncompromising,
Unconcerned, aloof. Unnatural friend!
Whose time is April when the sweet surprising
Daffodils spring up to rival such
A brave and tender blue! We who are used
To turning calm eyes skyward now see much
Of heaven that is alien and confused.
Where once we laughed into the sun's embrace,
Once welcomed friendly rain, once searched the broad
And democratic sky for Saturn's face,
And, searching, strained to touch the hand of God;
We now stand under skies that vomit fire.
Be angry at the blue …

Front Matter

Manuscripts

Front matter includes: front and back covers, table of contents, and masthead.

St. Mark’S Catholic Community Of The Deaf, April 20, 2014

Saint Mark's Catholic Community of the Deaf

A newsletter published for Deaf Catholics in Edmonton, Canada

Saint Mark's Catholic Community of the Deaf Finding Aid

Downing, Joseph Dudley, 1925-2007 (Mss 565), Manuscripts & Folklife Archives

Manuscript Collection Finding Aids

Finding aid only for Manuscripts Collection 565. Correspondence, articles, news clippings, photographs, exhibit invitations and catalogs, and miscellaneous materials documenting the artistic works and personal life of native Kentuckian artist Joe Downing during his career in the United States and abroad. Includes records of exhibits and patrons of Downing’s work.

Just Keep Plugging Away, Alexander K. Schweizer

Blogging the Library

I am not the greatest technology user, but I am in the process of creating a page on the library’s resource guide that will include resources, links to resources, and links to links to resources about pretty much anything anyone might ever want to know about the President’s Own Marine Band. It will include audio resources, as well as links to more audio resources. It will include links to notable and informative websites that will show you super cool pictures of various aspects of the Marine Band, as well as its musicians and directors, past and present. It will even …

Christ's Victory For Us, Lawrence Frizzell

Department of Religion Publications

Cycle A liturgical readings for Easter Sunday, April 20, 2014: Acts 10:34, 37-43; Ps 118; Col 3:1-4 or 1 Cor 5:6-8; Jn 20:1-9. This article was previously published in The Catholic Advocate.

April 20, 2014: Award-Winning Writer Yoko Tawada Reading At Wmu, Department Of English

Gleanings: Department of English Blog Archive

No abstract provided.

In Defense Of Women: Exposing The Sexist Portrayals Of Women In Lewis's "Chronicles Of Narnia", D. Niki Brenett

Departmental Honors & Graduate Capstone Projects

No abstract provided.

Concert Recording 2014-04-20, Tomoko Kashiwagi, Hyeon-Min Jang, Meredith Bishop, Accee Milton, Stephen Gilbert, Cody Nielsen, Marybeth Kirkpatrick, Julian Thomas, Alex Chitwood, Rachel Kraus, Joseph Buercklin, Philip Shepherd, Lauren Gunn

Concert Recordings & Programs

[00:00]. Wie Melodien zieht es mir / J. Brahms -- [02:00]. Sogno / F.P. Tosti -- [04:32]. Ombra mai fu / F. Handel -- [07:27]. O del mio dolce ardor / C.W. Gluck -- [11:26]. Sebben crudele / A. Caldara -- [14:24]. An den Mond / F. Schubert -- [17:06]. Preghiera / F.P. Tosti -- [20:36]. Vaghissima sembianza / F. Donaudy -- [22:49]. Ich liebe dich / Beethoven -- [24:57]. Caro mio ben / G. Giordani -- [27:36]. Spiagge amate / C.W. Gluck -- [29:53]. Ordinary people / John Stephens and Will Adams -- [32:17]. For good / Stephen Schwartz …

The Wardrobe Of Easter: Compassion, Dale Cooper

Coop's Column

A devotional about how compassion enebles Christians to help others, live in community, and immitate God.

Global Sounds Earth Day Concert, Department Of Music, University Of Richmond

Music Department Concert Programs

No abstract provided.

Master's Recital, Maya Andric, Lillian Roberts

Graduate Student Recitals

List of performers and performances.

Sophomore And Junior Recital, Viola Trio: Kathryn Brown, Viola; Eileen Wronkiewicz, Viola; Abigail Dreher, Viola; April 19, 2014, Kathryn Brown, Eileen Wronkiewicz, Abigail Dreher

School of Music Programs

Kemp Recital Hall
April 19, 2014
Saturday Evening
7:30 p.m.

Johnny Wilbert Thomas

African American Funeral Programs

No abstract provided.