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To One Who Climbs, Betty Jo Fark

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On "Le Petit Prince", Eulah Davis

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A Study On "Paradise Lost", E. Janet Rugg

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The Valley, Vera Good

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The Trust Of The Medics, Barbara Gene Lucas

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The Easter Hat, Rosemary Haviland

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The Storm, Mary Alice Kessler

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Helen was a cold woman. There was no other word to describe her-- she was as austere and aloof as a sheet of gray cliff. Never did her face betray her inner thoughts. Sorrow, happiness, pain, fear seemed never to have pricked her soul...

The Post-War College, Jeanne Siskel

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If I were about to enter college as a freshman, I should choose a school that specializes in liberal education, liberal in the classic sense...

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Pools Of Water: An Exposition Of Traditional And American-Style Haiku, Michael L. Albin Kiella

The Hilltop Review

Abstract: Haiku is a Japanese form of poetry that traditionally contains 17 syllables, ordinarily arranged in three line-phrases of 5-7-5 syllables. The intention of each haiku is to demonstrate the similarity between disparate entities, where the similarity is not completely obvious, or stand in juxtaposition. The poems are focused on nature and the natural world. The language used in each poem is concise and imagery-dense. An American form of haiku has emerged that attempts to distill the use of language to 11 syllables delivered in three line phrases of 3-5-3 syllables with brevity of articles. Alternatively, American-style haiku accepts a …

The Four Seasons, Luke J. Chambers

The Hilltop Review

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Volume 12, Issue 2: Full Issue

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Vignettes

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Memphian, Jeanne Litterly

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Courtesy, Alma Miller

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(This selection and the one which follows it are examples of paragraph development by different techniques. They are presented not as complete themes but as examples of a valuable type of writing exercise.)

Sketches, Donald Taylor

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They Don't Understand, Joseph F. Workman

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Drink, my friend, and no longer will you suffer. Drink till you're drunk; drink till you forget you're a, Navy man; drink the Captain's commands away from your mind. Drink! Drink! Drink!

A Newspaper Office, Doris Colligan

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The long table down the center of the room which was devoted to the whirlpool of activity attending the publishing of a high school paper seemed to be the center of all this activity.

Pictures Of Brown County, Robert Bruner

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Nature's springtime awakening in Brown County sends new life and ambition into the heart of the observer. Hills and hollows join hands to make the picture complete.

Moments, Karolyn Gould

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Silhouettes, Ruth Ann George

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Bright lights faded into the gloom of a dimmed theater, and the crowd stirred restlessly in their seats. The orchestra's low drone came from behind the curtain, and strains of half forgotten melodies mingled with discord. The orchestra was ready. As the curtain rose, the stage lights flooded, revealing the conductor, famous musician of two continents, who was playing tonight a special concert for war relief. The light from the stage half revealed the first row, a set of faces with inscrutable eyes. The conductor, glancing briefly at this row, wondered fleetingly who these people were, what brought them to …

Brave Fool, Irving Croshier

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"The bravest of fools." That is what my grandmother called him. And that is the description which fitted my uncle best.

Backstage At English's, Rosemary Browne

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It has been my good fortune to spend many a performance backstage at English's , as well as to watch many performances from out front.

Panorama, Glenda Rose Vaughn

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Located in the northern part of Indianapolis, the Indiana State Fairgrounds is now an Army Air Force Depot. During the summer' a school of cadets was stationed in the 4H residence building: A high, electrified fence patrolled by aimed 'guards' "surrounds the military reservation. To facilitate handling of materia1s to be stored within the grounds, a railroad siding northeast corner. night" with 'the has been run into the Negroes labor day and aid of high-powered Ij ,\ . searchlights to unload the cars which come f~6m the depot.

Pragmatists And High School Latin, Ione Colligan

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Are Latin teachers and Latin texts justified in telling students that the study of Latin provides sound and practical training for understanding of the English language? Or are those modern educators correct who insist that "transfer value" for the classics is meager, that study of the Latin language has no practical value?

"All Men Are Created Equal", Joe Howett

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One hundred sixty-nine years ago, on July 4, 1776, a group of men drew up the document which is known today as the Declaration of Independence. These men did not meet with that end in mind. Their primary purpose in having that historical meeting was to evolve a plan whereby they might, in some way, overthrow the severe restrictions they were suffering at the hands of the British Crown. Foremost in the minds of them all was a feeling that had motivated the colonization of this hemisphere; the feeling that had instilled within them a vivid will to perpetuate a …

Rhythm At Twilight, Mary Alice Kessler

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Manhattan's pulse throbs in' the twilight.

As tier light-studded avenues glow in the cool blue of dusk

She pulsates with noise. Good sounds pour from her throat,

The cough of motors,

The gurgle of laughing women,

The shout of brakes and sellers of news.

Eternal Cycle, Mary Cory

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Boy On A Bike, Betty Jo Fark

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Clouds of heat were sitting on the highway. There was no breeze to stir them perceptibly. The boy was hot. He wanted to keep his feet high, away from the burning sun fused in the pavement, but the motion of the bicycle pedals kept drawing them down monotonously. His hands on the rubber grips of the handlebars were sweaty and uncomfortable. Streaks down both legs of his salt and pepper wash trousers showed where he had tried to wipe away the stickiness.

"Respecttfily, Thaddeus", Mary Alice Kessler

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Thad is a good man. He is old and gnarled like some dying oak tree, and about as hard to uproot and argue with as an oak tree, but Thad is a good man. The last time I saw Thad was in the fall of 1939. He stood at the end of the gravel road that leads into our hunting lodge, one bowed leg stuck up on the birch fence railing, and looked after our car. He must have been at least seventy then, for his thinning hair was white and his red beard was streaked with snow. Those blue, …